I wanted to get these pictures in early, but as my middle name is, "Not-A-Technological-Wonder," (hyphenated names are so stylish these days) it took me a while. The computer wouldn't cooperate.

Anyway. Daniel wasn't quite sure why we were going to church half an hour early last Sunday, even though we explained it to him. It wasn't the usual routine, so instead of waiting outside for pictures, he went zipping in to the tail end of the previous service. No problem. I fished him out as soon as people started coming out. Out we went for pics. It was time, finally, to baptize our youngest, and judging from his expression in the photos, it was not a moment too soon... In the photo with this composition, I'm the only one who can't see what he's doing, as I'm holding him. Looks a little like a leprechaun, doesn't he?

The priest called us all, "The Claaaaan!" throughout the rehearsal on Saturday, through the church's pictures of us, (sorry, don't have a copy of those, they go on the bulletin board at church), and pretty much through the whole event. ALL of us stood up with Michael at the front of the church. Daniel got a little agitated at first, (I squeezed his hand to calm him) but he started cracking up when the priest poured water into the baptismal font. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know why. The rector (that means, "head priest") saw Daniel laughing and started laughing, too. Nobody else thought the water was funny. Go figure.

Anyway, after the service, we went home and did our traditional Sunday afternoon event: yard work. After the storms, there were plenty of downed branches, and the males of the family rejoiced in cutting them up and attacking each other with the sticks.

A good time was had by all.