I received "a few photos" from my niece's christening today. And no, this will not be 80 photos of us kicking it at church. I just thought I'd share a few, pimp the family some more, oh and also show you what photo made the "cover" of the Kodak Gallery photo album for this set: quite possibly one of The Worst Pictures of Me Ever (thanks, Em!):
Which is saying something considering I have set the bar with these gems from November.
Of course, the day wasn't a total Ug Fest.
Here is Sarah seeming genuinely happy her little cuz got giggy with God. "Good job, Libby - high five!"
Speaking of godlittlepeople, there's my Godson (godson?), Owen. Clearly depressed...a cry for help, really, if you ask me (do you like my bracelet? I let him play with it because I am nice like that.).
Here is Mike "watching" him, not paying attention to the floating hand taking this kid's nose. Uh, hello, babysitterrrrr, I may have brought a kid to the bighouse, but at least I made sure he had his nose at all times. Kid's gonna need some serious couch time after a trauma like this.
"AH! Mysterious floaty hand has my nose!"
Given his fragile condition - the marked depression, the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder symptoms he displayed shortly after having his nose hijacked (nervous giggles, naturally), we felt we had no other recourse but to medicate the poor lad (don't tell Tom Cruise, we gave the baby cake!):
It's all very touch and go at this point...honestly we don't know if he's gonna pull through.
Maybe they just need to up his cake dosage.