My parents got to meet Thomas on Friday, December 12th.
|Gotta love his bath hair, huh?|
And that evening, his godparents arrived with their four kids from New York.
On Saturday, December 13th, we all went to our parish church for Thomas' baptism.
That evening, after the kids had unwound and played for a while, we had desert. We had a cake in honor of Thomas...
Sunday, December 14th, we all went to the Basilica of St. Josaphat for Mass.
The kids spent the rest of the afternoon playing with my parents and flying high from all the nonstop 60 hours of attention. My parents flew home Monday morning and the girls began their withdrawal. Teresa asks me almost daily, "Where Grandma and Grandpa?"
Fortunately we had a few things up our sleeves to help them recover from the busy and exciting weekend, unlike Rosie who we just tormented with Cheerios:
|Rosie couldn't stand not being able to reach the Cheerio bird feeders we hung on the bush. Fortunately the birds got to them before Rosie could.|