Thursday, June 5, 2008

The Nightmare that was the Baby Dedication

I think that I mentioned before Mother's Day that Lincoln was going to be dedicated. I never talked about the event afterward because I have been trying to block it from my mind. But I haven't been able to.

You can tell a few things from the picture. See that look on his face. That look says, "Yeah, I showed them. I am too old to be dedicated. They should have suckered me into that when I was only 2 months." And then there is me. Walking up the sidewalk at Elise and Peter's after the dedication, wearing a sweatshirt over my totally cute new dress and looking down as I made a grim resolve never to dedicate a child over the age of 2 weeks again, and NEVER, EVER, EVER to let the 2 year old come in to the service to watch the proceedings!

Let's just say that one child kept trying to stick his hand up my dress. That same child then took off down the aisle and started loudly pushing a toy school bus around. The baby screamed at the top of his lungs as soon as the pastor took him, and then when Noah took him back, he started making lunges toward me.

Hopefully it caused the prayer warriors in the congregation to add us to their list!
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Peter said...

It wasn't as bad as one of my Catholic friends whose son peed all over the priest during his baptism. The cold water apparently set him off.

The Three 22nds said...

Don't they sprinkle? And if they sprinkly, why wasn't he diapered?

The way you're saying it, it sounds like they dipped him.

Or was it more of a stream than a sprinkle?


peter said...

They dipped his butt and sprinkled his head. Just to be sure, I guess. No diaper.