I'm glad the baptism went swimmingly.
It really was a very sweet, felt ceremony. Intimate and loving. Father Steffan said it was his favorite of all the ones he'd done. It was a bit like the wedding - had that same sensation of being lifted up like an air hockey puck on everybody's obvious affection. The chapel was the backup plan but it made it so much more intimate than it would've been in the main church.
Spent all day at the try-outs today. Emmett did fine. It was fun hanging out with my Little League peeps. Emmett's real popular with his coaches, so he runs around tackling them all day, which they indulge. If I died tomorrow (knocks wood) Emmett would not lack for male role models.
I'm tired and my back is sore from standing out on a field from 10 to 2:30, though.
Poor JZ and Matilda. The boo went off in church and screamed hard for an hour, with obvious gas and discomfort. JZ is now wracked with guilt that her spicy dinner last night poisoned the milk and tortured her child.
Matilda is asleep now, and my sister and JZ are out walking in GG Park. My Dad and his crew took off after Emmett's tryouts. My Dad was verklempt and overcome. Probably his last trip out here.