BabyBug's Baptism and Boyo's Problem with Clothes

We baptized BabyBug yesterday.  She was perfect.  Only cried a little.  

The priest was awesome -- shortest baptism in history, I think.  

BabyGirlie was a little cranky, but my mom was on it.  

Boyo and Girlie -- so excited and well behaved.  Sort of.  Take a look at Boyo in the baptism pictures.  

 

I was able to grab him before he got his shirt totally off. 

But it was up around his neck before I noticed. 

Baptism

Well, we finally did it.

After almost 8 months of life, three months of planning, 6 months of my Great Aunt threatening baby limbo if we don't take care of this RIGHT NOW (do they still have baby limbo?), and a stressful weekend setting up, BabyGirlie got dunked.

That is, she was baptized into the Catholic faith.

It was a moving, crowded, loud experience that she screamed through -- instead of pouring water over her head, her Daddy and I opted for full immersion. That means she is stripped naked, presented to the crowd, and then dunked three times (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, ya'll) in what appeared to be a very nice, tiled bathtub.

It was awesome.

But my favorite part was after his sister was baptized, Boyo looked at me with wide eyes and said, "I no want that."