Blessed

This isn't the best picture, or the most representative, from the entire baptism extravaganza weekend, but I felt that it was necessary to post something, anything, to let people know that yesterday's tornadoes did not, in fact, blow us away. I was a bit nervous driving home through torrential rains with the tornado warning buzzer sounding off on the radio and people at work screaming that a tornado was headed our way (it was actually 40 minutes away in Richmond and tornadoes don't work like hurricanes, people). Nevertheless, I rushed Arden home, certain that my husband would be worried about me. Not. He was sleeping on the couch while Sawyer was napping upstairs. Both catching up from a long and fun weekend during which we all drank too much/slept too little. Sawyer, for his part, spent hours not sleeping glued to the tv in 'his' room at mimi and pop's house, He loved going to bed. Watch choo-choo? he asked. He meant Polar Express, which was still in the DVD player from Christmas. We let him. Hey, whatever works. But, then, sometimes we were too busy having fun to go upstairs and check on him and a few hours later we would find him still clinging on to the side of his pack-and-play, mesh imprinted on his face, too entranced to let go and fall asleep. The baptism itself was lovely, and I'll post more pictures as I can. Arden looked like the classic baby, the weather was lovely, if a bit too hot and sunny (Pierce celebrations are plagued with adverse weather conditions). Everyone found it necessary to carry an umbrella. The long and the short of it is that we caught up with dear friends and family, ate and drank well, and saved dear Arden from Purgatory.