Tessa Gets Baptised ... Max plays Soccer.

We've had SO much going on here lately. I can hardly keep up with my day-to-day chores, much less find time to blog about what's been going on. Most days go something like this:

6:15-6:30 AM After getting little sleep during the night due to a certain little lady who likes to party all night, Chris gets up with Max. He requires a very specific formula to get his day started: warm chocolate milk, which he drinks while sitting under a blanket on the couch while he watches Little Einsteins (usually the Blue Footed Booby Bird episode here lately)
7:00 AM Tessa wakes up and eats
7:30 AM-6:30 PM Max runs on all cylinders while I struggle to keep up and somehow manage to accomplish the basic things that need to be done to keep the household running while Chris is at work. Tessa cycles in and out of naps and feeding. Bailey barks at everything that passes the front door and I struggle to hold onto my sanity. I attempt to provide Max with the necessary exercise to get him to sleep at night and also try to teach him at least something (even if it's just NOT to do certain things).
7:00 PM start Operation Get-The-Kids-In-Bed
8:30 - 9:00 PM sit down on the couch and try to relax for a few minutes. This is typically interrupted by Max asking for "one more big big big bear hug" or Tessa requesting a snack/to be put back in her swing instead of being forced to sleep in an actual bed.
9:00- 10:00 PM I wake up on the couch after having dozed off and once again squandered my precious downtime with sleeping. Drag myself to bed, where I will fall asleep only to be awoken within an hour by Tessa or perhaps the dog wanting to go outside.

BUT, life ticks on. And April 14th was a big day for Tessa - she got baptised. I wish I could remember the details of the service, but I was trying to make sure that Max, who was particularly rambunctious that day, didn't spill the baptism water or do yoga on the kneeling rail at the altar. I do recall that Rev. Jones didn't hesitate to really wet her down as he baptised her, and she surprised me by not crying. He also walked her up and down the main aisle as the congregation sang "Tessa, Tessa, God claims you."

But, best of all, Tessa was able to wear a really special dress that day:

This baptism gown was made out of the train of her Mimi's wedding gown. I was baptised in it, as were Paul, Ben, and Julie..as well as a cousin or two and some of Mom's friends' kids. A special dress for my special girl on her special day. Now if only I can live up to the promises I made on her behalf that day!

Tessa, Tessa, God claims you.

God helps you, protects you, and loves you too.

We this day do all agree a child of God you’ll always be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In other news, Max has started charting his course to become a world-famous soccer (excuse me, German football) player. He's 2 years old and well on his way. He's been attending a weekly "soccer skills camp" on Saturday mornings. The first week he would hardly leave our sides but each week he's getting more into it. After soccer on the first week, we stopped on the way home at the New York Butcher Shop, where Chris bought some Happy Cow chocolate milk for Max and now Max associates soccer with chocolate milk like a Pavlovian dog. As soon as soccer is over, Max sprints for the car yelling "chocolate milk!" We ended up at the Happy Cow Creamery itself one week. Now I'm not sure if he's excited to go to soccer because he likes to play or because he loves Happy Cow milk.