Where to begin... Molly hasn't napped really all morning, she hadn't pooped in 2 days and she hadn't eaten very much that morning. Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me. Mass was at 11am on Sunday Oct. 14th. We had plans to fully submerge her which meant she was supposed to start out just wrapped in a towel and a diaper. All was going well until Molly decided to start crying and wouldn't stop. So i excused myself from the second row during mass to calm her down. Came back in for the homily only to have to leave again right before the priest was starting the baptism part of the mass. We were the second family in line for baptism that day. I barely had time to calm her down and basically had to meet everyone in the back of the Church as the priest is calling for Molly to come to baptismal font. It all was such a blur. The whole thing happened so fast and then it was over and Molly was sleeping.
Jake and the Priest, I was too busy talking to my Preschool mom friends from Ella's old school.
The Godparents- Jennie and Reggie!
Molly in her baptism gown which my Grandpa wore at his baptism. Ella and Bridgette also wore this family heirloom on there baptism day. The bonnet was given to us by Auntie Renee and Uncle Tim.