It was either a baptism or Halloween

Though on many (many) occasions we contemplated exchanging this baby Silas, we ended up keeping him.  And at a year, the warranty expired.  So we decided to go ahead and have him baptized.

Except for getting out of bed at 9:30am for a baptism taking place at 10:10am – and Jonathan complaining that out of the 30 minutes available for getting ready, I spent 29 of them on myself – it went well.  (His Mom was here and the kids were all out in the living room with her.)

The boys stayed reasonably still… [Thankfully.  Since the last time they made an official appearance in front of the congregation, they began singing with the other kids, then giving each other full body hugs – then the giggling started and they ended up rolling around on the floor.  I was horrified.] … and Silas just turned away as the water trickled down his neck.  No diva-esque howls.

One person commented that Silas looked just like Casper the Friendly Ghost.  Another wanted to borrow the dress I was wearing for her Halloween costume.

At home we tried for some family photos to memorialize the day.  I was trying to get the three boys together – and told Jonathan “Hold onto him!” meaning Silas, but this is how each person interpreted my command:

And all of us, with our happy-go-lucky children: