So today was the appointment at the allergist’s at the children’s hospital. Before we even got seen by the doctor, I understood why this is the hospital. Easy to navigate, pleasant, serene surroundings, friendly and helpful staff. And I started appreciating “the problem” we have, as we passed children with oxygen tanks, children with no hair, children with very obvious medical issues. We passed parents and grandparents looking stressed, anxious and exhausted. What’s a few oozing, gooey ear infections compared to that, in the grand scheme of things?
The Church has one more member…
People say Junior is a good baby. I’ve always agreed. Today, he took it to new levels. Today, he slept from 9pm-8am, so to be sure everyone was well rested for the baptism. He ate just before Mass, and slept the whole time in Grandpa’s arms. He was happy to get changed into his fancy clothes. He didn’t mind that I forgot his fancy socks (how did they get lost between last night and this morning? I have no idea). He woke up for the ceremony, and didn’t mind the oil or the holy water being poured on his head. When I say didn’t mind, I mean he was silent. Not a peep. He was happy to be passed around and around the room at the luncheon in his honor. He ate and hung out until it was time to clean up and go home. Easy breezy.