Christening

Oh my. Connor's baptism was on Sunday. I was looking forward to this so much and then one by one people kept e-mailing me saying that they couldn't come and then a lot of people just didn't show up. I was very sad on what was suppossed to be a joyous day. To top it off, James hurt his foot. Oh boy.

Connor did awesome, he talked pretty much through the whole thing and enjoyed the process of having water dumped over his head. Guess it is a good thing that he likes bathes so much! I set up the pack and play under my favorite weeping willow tree on the farm and put him in and he fell asleep without uttering a peep. The kids had a great time running around playing soccer, playing by the pond, and catching butterflies. I would jump in here and there--mostly with the soccer ball which greatly upset Paige. She did not want me touching that ball. I tried to climb a tree and she kept yelling at me that I wasn't allowed to because "You are not a squirrel". So, I had to give that up.

I paid the price for running with the kids though. Monday my knee was cracking so bad that I could hear it. Kathy, my physical therapist, wasn't too happy. I have my knee taped now in hopes that this will help although I still hear it clicking. Oh well. LIFE!