The day began with Todd giving The Baby the most beautiful blessing a mother could ever want for her child, followed by an unusually wonderful church service (when I’m wrangling 4 kids I don’t expect to get much out of church), some delicious food enjoyed with visiting family, and a long nap.
The Baby wore the same outfit I made for Brother’s blessing two and a half years ago–a tan linen jumpsuit with stitching details inspired by a Guayabera--a style of shirt my father (a Mexican by birth) loves to wear. Not only did The Baby take on my father’s style today, he also inherited Grandpa’s name (and it’s looking like he might get Grandpa’s cleft chin too).
About 5 minutes before the new year hit, I finished writing the story of The Baby’s birth. If you like to read that kind of stuff, you can find it here (I dated it back to November so it never showed up on the front page).