Mass starts at 10:30, so I wanted to make sure to feed him again before we left. I woke him up, fed him, and was just going to take him back to his room to change him into the Christening outfit we got in Ireland when it started. The projectile vomiting. Now, Connor is not really a puker and has no reflux issues, so this caught me by surprise. Without getting too graphic, lets just say that I've never seen anything like it. All over himself, me, and my bed. While it caught me by surprise, I was just glad that he got it all over his Penn State jammies and not on his special outfit. So, I put him in the bathtub while Ryan put everything in the washing machine, and started to get him dressed, convinced that (1) there was no way he could possibly have anything left in his stomach and (2) we would make it to church on time. I had just put on the bib my mom got him to go with his outfit when it happened again. For the most part, the outfit was spared, but the bib was not salvagable. We were out of "special religious bibs," so Connor was going to go to church in his Christening outfit and a bib with dogs and stars on it. Or so I thought. By this time it was 10:10 so I ran him downstairs and gave him to Ryan to strap him in the carseat while I put my dress on. Seconds later, I heard Ryan calling for help, only to find that this time, the outfit wasn't so lucky. So, upstairs we all went and when I began to take off his outfit, Ryan asked me if we had a "backup." I tried to explain that having a backup Christening outfit was like having a backup wedding gown, and that he was wearing it, come hell or high water. We decided to take Connor to church wearing a sleeper and that we would change him just before the Baptism and he would only have to wear it for 10 or 15 minutes. Or so I thought (more on that in a minute).
Surprisingly, we made it to church on time and Connor only threw up one more time there. Ryan stood in the lobby with Connor, who eventually fell asleep. As soon as mass was over, I changed him into his (still wet from my attempts to blot out any evidence of puke) and we patiently waited. There were four babies being baptized that day and the priest was a little long-winded. It was really nice, but what I thought would take 15 minutes took almost an hour. Poor Connor was a trooper, but you could tell he was uncomfortable. I entrusted my father-in-law with my cell phone and asked him to take some pictures. He was probably not the best option, but oh well.
My mom and dad had to stand in as godparents as neither Lisa nor Collin were able to be present.
Courtney emailed me this video after the ceremony. Unbeknownst to us, our nephew Alex was also taking pictures/videos with her phone. He is 8 years old. It does have some Blair Witch Project characteristics to it, but I think he has a future in filmmaking!
After the Baptism we all went back to our house for lunch. Ryan had gone out on Saturday and gotten a bunch of things for appetizers while we waited for the Monte Lauro lasagna to bake. If you know me at all, you know how much I adore their lasagna, and my mom was kind enough to order a couple trays and extra sauces and bring it up. Debbie made a salad and we ordered a cake from Roys Bakery. It was peanut butter and chocolate, our favorite, so we figured that's also what Connor would have wanted.
There were plenty of leftovers and honestly, I could not stop thinking about how sad I would be if Hurricane Sandy caused us to lose power and all of it would go to waste. Our poor little guest of honor still wasn't feeling himself so he ended up napping through most of the lunch. Other than that, it was a really nice day spent with family and friends.
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