Infant Baptism

I spent most of Friday lettering the envelopes for Bear's baptism invitations. We're going to have a 'do for Bear's baptism, it's been decided. DH and I figured out a while ago that we wanted to do something celebratory to commemorate the baby getting dunked. So we're hiring our favorite Mexican chef to cater with some lovely appetizers at home after mass.

It's going to be an interesting event, to be sure. See, I'm the Catholic one. DH is Presbyterian-by-way-of-Methodism. Considering becoming Catholic. And Bear...well, he just doesn't give a rip. He'll play for any team at this point. (Whichever one happens to have the better binky will likely win his favor.)

We've got a baptism gown that spans several generations from DH's family. Bear will wear that along with a baptismal slip that my mother made for her best friend's son. He'll be decked out in finery from both sides of the family. DH still isn't so keen on his son wearing a "dress," however.

At my parish, we do hearty dunking of nekid babies. Father Ryan loves baptizing babies, and just a few years ago the baptism team convinced him that annointing the babes au naturel was really the way to go. So it makes for a very impressive experience. It's not every day you see babies being baptized, let alone buck naked ones. I'm already pre-worrying that Bear will pee on the pastor...

DH and I had a deal. When he easily and wholeheartedly agreed to raise our kid Catholic, I told him he could pick the godparents. Because at least one of the godparents had to be Catholic, and because DH was going to raise his child in a tradition not his own, it was really important to me that DH be completely comfortable with the godparents. DH came back with a wonderful suggestion in our friends D&S. We've been in a small group with them for three years, and DH loves them both dearly. They've got a rock-solid marriage, they're a hoot to be around, and they've got an incredible family life. We can't wait to call them part of our family when Bear gets baptized.