I promised you a cute pic so by gum, you’re gonna get it.

That was on Saturday, right before I put him into the kiddie pool and you would have thought there was broken glass, hot oil, and a mob of hungry piranhas in there, what with the way the kid howled in disagreement. He was apparently in no mood for water at that time. I took off his super cute outfit and put him down for a nap. THAT was what he wanted.

And speaking of the little tyke, we’re all set for the baptism. June 1st, 10:30 AM. We have godparents lined up, guests coming, my parents will be here, and I’m in the process of freaking out calmly planning a reception with food and drinks. The soon-to-be godmother wanted to buy his baptism outfit but I found one at a consignment shop over the weekend for 9 dollars, so maybe she can help with the food. I’ll gladly make stuff, I just can’t necessarily afford to be fancy.

So, I went to church on Sunday – the Episcopal church. I was fairly impressed but also a little weirded out by the differences. Not bad differences, just some stuff that, after having been a Catholic for so long, seemed out of whack for me. For example, the church itself is relatively small compared to all the ginormous Catholic churches I have always attended. This means there are less parishioners and your anonymity is out the window. A bunch of old ladies gave me the eye, the eye of “who are you and what are you doing in my church?” But that’s ok. The other main difference was communion. If you look in the center of this photo, note the way they have a banister type thing with kneelers. Apparently in the Episcopal church, people go up to the altar and circle this area until it’s full. The priest then administers communion, followed by the vestry with the wine, and then you are excused while the next round of folks goes up. I was going to decline the wine – never been fond of it – but it seemed as though it wasn’t an option, like it is in Catholicism. Even the 5 year old kid next to me drank it.

I liked the close-knit feel of the community though and believe I could attend this church regularly. I have to, at least, until after E is baptized. I couldn’t be THAT sleazy.

It’s trying to rain here in Tally and my uncanny sense of weather prediction via The Biggest Headache Ever is starting to annoy me. I am formulating a plan to leave here at 4 and catch a nap prior to rock climbing at 5:30. I am looking forward to that more than I can tell you.

So happy afternoon, everyone.