You may remember that a few weeks ago I was preparing for Henry’s baby blessing (or christening as some faiths call it). I know it’s different for every religion, but in our church, the baby blessing is a time for the baby’s name to be noted and recorded for church records and for him/her to receive a blessing. This happens when the person giving the blessing, usually the father, says a prayer that introduces the baby by his/her full name and then he asks the Lord for special blessings for the baby.
It is a special ordinance and one that we were looking forward to sharing with our family and friends. My parents flew in and drove up from Georgia and my aunts and cousins who live in a neighboring town drove over for the day. Since my sister was having her son Drew blessed at the same time, her in laws and sister-in-law were also in attendance. With all of us seated together, we took up two entire pews in the chapel. It was awesome.
The blessings themselves went very smoothly. They were beautiful and sweet and both babies did a fantastic job by not crying during them. After the prayers were finished, each proud father held his baby up for the congregation to see before returning to their seats for the rest of the service.
Afterwards we took pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. We started with the entire group first, not including friends (those came next).
(Thanks Marnie, for taking such great shots – especially this next one of my two best guys, it’s one of my favorites!)
After pictures, the CPA and I stayed and chatted for a bit but couldn’t visit long because we were having an open house and needed to get ready. So we headed home and set out the refreshments. BTW – if you haven’t tried the muffins from the bakery shop at Costco, I highly recommend them.
Before long, people started piling in.
I think it’s a real testament to our friends and family that they were willing to be squished into our tiny little house. All 25 of them.
Yes, I was even there.
We took advantage of having everyone in one spot by taking family pictures. Here is my dad and step-mom, aka Papa John and Mimi Tutz, holding Drew.
It wasn’t until after they left that I realized I didn’t have them hold both babies at once. We have pictures of them holding Henry over by the window instead.
My brother-in-law’s parents were in town all the way from Missouri. I love this picture of them holding baby Drew.
And we can’t forget the other proud parents of the day- my sister and her husband and their new son. Beautiful, I tell ya.
Last, but most certainly not least, my mom and step-dad (Nana and Grandpa K), who had flown in from Georgia. This time I actually thought to have both babies together.
Drew was wearing his “back-up” outfit as this shot was taken post blow-out.
(What are you going to do? Babies will be babies and thankfully white clothes can be cleaned.)
Speaking of white clothes, it’s time to present the boy of the hour in all of his finery. I had a tough time deciding on the outfit as you will recall, but I am happy with the one we chose.
We went with the three piece suit – the pants, shirt and jacket as well as the matching hat. I was quite pleased with the quality and craftsmanship of the handmade outfit and it was simply beautiful. We got it from a company called Baby Beau and Belle. They were wonderful to work with and tried hard to made sure that we got the best fit and that it arrived on time.
The cute little hat even managed to stay on all day long. And the shoes, which we bought from Nordstroms, matched very nicely.
Henry had his beautiful white blankets (thank you to both Auntie S. and Dad), bib and hankerchief with the date and his initials embroidered on it (thanks Mom!). All were lovely and will be treasured for years to come.
Since everyone was together, we tried to get pictures of the babies side-by-side, but it seemed like they took turns fussing so their together shots are few. But still cute.
I sure love those boys.
It ended up being the perfect day. Friends, family, food, sweet babies, beautiful blessings, adorable outfits, lots of memories… who could ask for anything more?