Sunday, February 21, 2010

Oh, Bonnet!

C's baptism was last weekend. It was so nice to have family and friend's spend part of their Valentine's weekend with us. The day went really well, with very little crying on C's part (just a minute when the not-so-warm water hit his head). There were so many details that went into the day, it was a whirlwind. First, just getting the baptism date set took us months. Then we were coordinating out-of-town visitors, overnight at the house visitors, after-party get together not at our house, cake, getting us all ready and out the door (which is and of itself is a big enough challenge). And of course, getting C dressed.

It seems as if overnight C has gotten REALLY big. We are moving clothes into the attic nonstop. So when my sister-in-law bought C a baptism outfit, we were a little worried that it wouldn't fit on the bit day. But we took a chance and didn't get a backup outfit. We didn't trust that the white duds would last the whole 45 minute drive, so we had to dress him on the backseat of the car 10 minutes before hand (he was remarkably well behaved, considering the chilly breeze that was wafting into the car on his bare legs!) He looked great, especially with his little Fleur-de-lis bib.

So, about the bonnet.

In these pictures, one has a bonnet and the other doesn't. Early in the week, Matt said to me, "by the way, you know where the bonnet/handkerchief is that my mom gave you.?"

This is when I had a moment of panic. While I am the go to person of "where are things" in the house, I don't know where this is.

Let me explain.

I had never heard of this tradition prior...but there is a baby bonnet that it worn at the baptism. For the boy baby, the bonnet is then turned into a handkerchief to be given to their bride on their wedding day. My mother-in-law rushed up to hand it to me during our first dance.

So I know I have it, I just don't know where. To be fair, I don't know exactly where my wedding dress is either...I am sure that I can find both, they just aren't in my house.

My sister-in-law gave us a bonnet for C at my New Orleans baby shower this summer, and I knew where this was. But Matt and I were we use this one, or his old one. After tearing apart our place, the answer was clear...we are using the new baby bonnet because that is all we can do. I felt a little bad that 'bonnet" was not on my list of things to figure out, but we just had to deal.

So cut to baptism morning. We put the bonnet on him at church and start to take photos. A couple minutes later, my dad mumbles to me, "I could do without the bonnet, personally."

Great, I think. I've got one grandparent not liking a sentimental item from the other grandparent.

Before I could let myself get too worked up about, "do I leave it on? do I figure out a way to have it on sometimes and not others, and do I care?" I heard my mother-in-law say, "This is kind of small, we can take it off."

Problem solved. Hard to believe how much energy something like a bonnet can take up, huh?

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Who Dat Rollin'?

Super Bowl Sunday was a big day for us. Since our family is part of both Red Sox Nation and Who Dat Nation, we were pulling hard for the Saints. Earlier in the week Mimi mailed us all Saints gear, and we were ready to cheer them on. For the playoff game, C was still sick and had thrown up on his shirt the minute I put it on. I warned my sports superstitious husband, "we cannot recreate that moment, so should we have him wear it or not?" He did wear the shirt for the whole game (though we were shocked that it fit, it was HUGE at Christmas time!)
Besides the Saints momentous win, it was also a big day because C finally rolled over. We were at our friends house (they have an almost 4 year old and a 2 week old). C was watching the 4 year old playing and kept rolling to his side, and we all would watch him teeter there for a moment, and then finally her landed on his stomach. He ended up in his little push up pose with a "um, what was that" face! It is great timing that Mimi and Grandpa and lots of family are coming into town to see him this weekend...they won't recognize the kid who screamed bloody murder at Christmas when we put him on this tummy!
It was so funny to see what a giant C looked like next to his 2 week old friend!
Notice in the family photo that both boys have their eyes on the game!

Monday, February 1, 2010


When C struck this pose on Wednesday morning, I had a huge sense of deja-vu, to when he was almost 3 weeks old and I took the photo on the white blanket. This week it was like he was saying, "mom, its 8 don't want to go to work, I don't want to go to daycare...let's snuggle."
He is back to his healthy happy self, which of course makes us all happy.