When we returned to my parents' house for a luncheon, I fed the babies, and they fell into their milk coma pose, made even sweeter by their white attire.
(They're on their EZ 2 Nurse pillow on either side of my waist.)
Like I did before getting married in a Catholic church, I did some soul-searching before the baptism. I was raised Catholic, but I don't really identify with the religion beyond that. I know it's not uncommon for people like myself to participate partially in a religion, but I was raised to see that as inappropriate. For a long time I felt it was best for me to let go of my connection to my family's religion completely, but starting my own family has made me question that total separation.
Although Mike woke up with a miserable summer cold yesterday, we enjoyed the ceremony and the gathering with family and my mom's church friends afterwards. My aunts Rose and Janet came down from Marysville, and my Aunt Sharon and cousin Gary drove in from Pennsylvania. Aunt Sharon mentioned that it was hard for her to imagine my mom as a grandmother, my brother as an uncle, me as a mom and so on. Gary called it the changing of the guard. These gatherings help us all to see the joy and changes that Sophie and Michael have brought to our family. I found myself really looking forward to the holidays!
I keep finding myself too preoccupied with the babies to get many pictures at events like this, but here are a few I did manage to get.