Welcome Monday

Whew. I'm tired. Exhausted, really. We survived a whirlwind of social activities crammed into two days.

Friday was my girls' night out. Dinner at La Tee Da on Allen. I wanted to hate this place after the nightmare that is their reservation system. But, like most of Buffalo, I loved it.

We spent Saturday grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning and preparing for the big ol' christening. I managed to grab a quick shower and make myself somewhat presentable to head off to our dear friends Carolyn and Mike's annual Rum Party and fancy drink extravaganza. (Sidenote - really loved the rum lemonade and pomegranate daiquiri!)

Sunday was the christening. I spent most of the morning in a frenzied "what the hell was I thinking inviting forty people to my house" state. I was a bit grumpy.

Of course, the only time the church does christenings are smack dab during my children's nap time, so I knew we were on borrowed time from the moment we entered the church. Unfortunately, out of all of the christenings I have ever attended, our priest set a record for LONGEST ceremony ever. EVER. He discussed the historical significance of each and every part of the service. He gave us his own personal history for each and every part of the ceremony. He also wanted pictures with the christened babies after they were christened. From start to finish, we were in the church for almost an hour and a half.

My personal highlights? Aidan yelling out during the service, "Hey - where's Jesus?" Brennan constantly repeating, "I'm hungry" "I am so very hungry." And when the part of the service where they light the candle to bless the baby came, Brennan perked up and joyfully said, "A candle! Is there cake?"

While Griffin didn't really cry during the ceremony, he did screech and giggle, earning us quite a few pointed looks from the priest. Of course (OF COURSE!) there was another baby also being christened at the same time, who did not say a word during the whole ceremony. Not a peep. This baby was also appropriately dressed in the standard christening outfit - long white dress thing. I hate those damn white dresses. I put Griffin in cream pants and a sweater vest. It also earned me a pointed comment from the priest.

But, we survived. He's christened! We also enjoyed the time with family. My brothers and sister in law made sainted status by driving home from NYC just for the christening. 14 hours of driving for a 24 hour visit. Saints.

And thankfully, our next weekend is absolutely free of commitments. I will sleep and relax and may never get out of my pajamas. EVER. First, I must survive this week. Hmmm, I wonder if I can figure out the recipe to the rum lemonade pomegranate drink to ease my pain?