Sam was finally baptized, but at least we didn't wait til he was 8 years old

Sammy was baptized into the Church this past Saturday evening, along with two other children. I say "children" instead of "babies" because my son was the only real baby there. The girl there was probably well over a year old and the boy was AT LEAST eight. And you would have thought you were attending an exorcism instead of a baptism. How a child his age can have such a fear of water is beyond me. The priest kept saying, "It's only WATER. Calm down." But the boy was kicking and screaming and flailing and carrying on like he was being sprinkled with poison instead of HOLY WATER. Fear not, we have pictures. It's also on video, but I have no clue how to load that onto my computer yet so that will have to wait until a later date.

Check out the guy in the back trying to stifle his laughter.

The mom is going, "Do you think anyone will notice if I slip away? My husband wanted to do this "hands-off" parenting... Time for him to reap what he sows..."

Check out the cutest, newest little member of the Church.

That was taken seconds before he pooped his pants. We were sitting on the front row so I didn't want to leave to change his diaper, but every time he moved he reeked of corn, so we eventually had to duck out and take care of business.

When Sammy did corn-poop his pants, it proved to be the sign of things to come. It was his dinnertime/bathtime/bedtime during Mass and he was not happy about being in church. So he screamed during a lot of it.

And then Simba Sammy was presented to the pride? God? The altar? The Church?

Odd. I've never seen that before in all the baptisms I've attended. And yes, he screamed during that whole sequence as well.

The priest was very intent on having Sammy TOUCH the candle. Yes, please keep putting that candle (AND HOT WAX) as close as you can to my baby's highly flammable baptism romper that is probably 200% polyester. (Can you see my restraint? It's all I can do not to slap the candle out of the priest's hand.) Although I have to admit that it shut him up for a good 45 seconds.

And that was the end of that. We had to leave IMMEDIATELY after the baptism part of Mass. I know that doesn't look good, but who schedules baptisms (for supposed BABIES) during dinnertime and bedtime? Obviously, PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE CHILDREN. Oh well. We got home and stuck him in bed. He let out one little squawk as he rolled over and passed out in his crib. The rest of us proceeded to eat and drink and drink and drink. 

Or maybe I was the only one drinking that much. 

All I know is that I sure had a good time and woke up with a fierce case of Cotton Mouth the next morning. (Totally WORTH IT)

Sammy was in a much better mood the next morning. He was happy to see his people.

Sam & Mom-mom
(& Odie-- who is NOT allowed on the couch... except for when Pop-pop says it's ok...)

Pop-pop & Sam

Uncle Dan (the Godfather) & Sam

Hodgie-Baba & Sam (what a ham this child is)

Pops & Sam