Angel or Devil?

Well, it's official. My little son officially no longer bears the mark of original sin. Ok, ok, that's not entirely true. Owen was baptised in the hospital so he's pretty much been clean as a whistle in the eternal soul department since his birth. What we celebrated on Sunday was just the ceremony for his baptism. Basically it was our chance to get up in front of our congregation and say "look how cute our baby is and aren't we good parents by getting him baptised." It was a great idea in theory - not so great in practice. Owen was having none of it.

Owen Christopher, normally our good natured little boy, was so awful on Sunday my husband actually wondered out loud if he was the anti-Christ. "Maybe the holy water hurt him because he is the devil" he said.

Of course, we say this all in jest and we love Owen very much but LORD ALMIGHTY! Owen was a handful. He was absolutely no better at the party thrown in his honor either. He cried so much for so long that he was actually hoarse the next day!

Actually, come to think of it, almost the entire after party was a total bust. We threw a welcome home Anne and Drew / Happy Engagement Anne / Happy Baptism Owen party after the mass on Sunday. Anne was sick with the superflu and was in bed almost the entire time. Owen was up in my parents nursery screaming his lungs out. Drew was the only one who pulled through in this whole scenario.

My poor mother! I think she was about to have a nervous breakdown. She's a total rock star though and I'm devoting an upcoming post entirely to my parents!