Sunday, April 26, 2009
Here is my darling baby in his christening gown-- the gown that was made for his great-great Grandfather. In all those generations, I'm the only girl to wear it-- we are few and far between on my dad's side. We had a quiet weekend-- Grady moved about half a ton of those two tons of pea gravel in his miniature John Deere front-loader, I dug and played in the dirt and painted (and cut out that seersucker I said I would) and we had a lovely long lunch with Adam's parents after the baptism. I cannot WAIT to show you what fell out of the suitcase my mom brought back from my grandmother's in New Mexico. That woman has some serious thrift-store ju-ju, I tell you.