Poor Henry. He was buried in sin. Nasty sin. Original sin. According to the great Hippo Henry was headed straight to Hell thanks to all this sin.
Enter baptism: sin's kryptonite. Heck, it works better than buying an indulgence and it's cheaper, too. So like Clara and Lilly we chose to join Henry with the church with the help of friends and family on a cloudy Sunday.
Daryl, Michelle, and Gregg filled the roles of godparents and Pastor Mike, our one-stop shop for all church-related needs welcomed Henry to the congregation.
As usual, we tweaked the ceremony a little bit. Our special rock sat unnoticed in the baptismal font and I mixed a little water from the source of the North Fork in, too. Little did we know there would be another little boy being baptized at the same time. Oops, I guess he gets the benefits, too. (Umm... what benefits are those? Beats, me, but now Henry has a river just like Clara (the South Fork) and Lilly (the MIddle Fork).)
The girls were great throughout the ceremony and only started getting crazy after it was all over. Back at NanaPapa's they, along with fellow pre-K monkeys Lex, Jack, Aura, and Leo, there was no stopping them. Three distinct groups developed in the house. Folks of NanaPapa's age hung out in the living room. Parents of the monkeys were scattered throughout chasing kids. And the few without kids had a sophistiicated experience in the family room.
We did all the usual including cake, presents, crying fits, and many trips to the potty. Henry was great and loved being passed around. As with most of the parties focused on kids people started leaving around nap time. Even our kids slept... a little. Then it was back to getting dirty with all that sin again.
Too bad you only get baptized once.