Today was your baptism and since we all slept in a bit a crazy morning ensued. We were running around trying to get ourselves ready as well as you and your sister. You’ve both had a cold and so we had you lying on the floor in the bathroom while your dad took a shower so that you’d be in the steam from the hot shower. After he got out you were happily playing on the floor on your back. So we left you there, with the door open so we could keep an eye on you, while we continued to get ready in the bedroom.
You’ve been so close to rolling over from back to front for the past couple of weeks, getting closer each day. You pull your knees to your chest then roll to your side, and reach out to your side, usually to grab something. You teeter on edge, seemingly about to go over, but haven’t yet quite figured out how to overcome the hurdle of your other arm. I’ve thought you were so close these last few days that I keep videotaping you, hopeful to get the first rollover on camera.
Well, this morning in the midst of getting ready, your dad peeked into the bathroom to check on you and nonchalantly proclaimed that you’d rolled over and you were on your belly! You were happily lying there, just looking around. I couldn’t believe we’d missed the first rollover! But we had to quickly move on from that big milestone to get ready for your other (scheduled) big milestone of the day – your baptism.
We had your baptism at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Breckenridge, the same church your father and I were married in over 11 years ago.
We were so lucky to have the entire Kandt family here for the occasion.
You wore the baptismal gown that your sister wore and which was also worn by your cousins Liam and Kyle, your Uncle Kyle, and your Papa.
You were so cute and happy as we got you ready for the service in the basement where I got ready for our wedding. It was so special to be there again for this occasion. We took our seats at the front of the church and you were very content to just watch the pastor, listen to the service and music, and play with your purple teething ring (which went flying a couple of times but didn’t cause any disruption).
When the time came for the baptism the entire family went up to the front of the church. Your dad held you for the beginning portion, and you happily looked on. Then the pastor held you and baptized you with water, and you made a few sounds but didn’t cry. Then he carried you up and down the aisle to introduce you to the congregation and you were just so cute. Uncle Brett said it was like you were putting on a show. You were so happy and just took it all in. At one point you did your common action of looking up to see who is holding you, and you studied the pastor’s face for several seconds before deciding he was an ok person to be holding you and turning your attention back to the congregation. You were just perfect.