Sadly, as ballsy as this little blog is, it hasn't been able to beat out JakeRyan's bronchitis (rendering me a single mom for a week), a business trip (yes, I'm still milking that one) and most importantly a visit from out-of-town relatives.
Last weekend, my brother, sister-in-law and niece visited from Chicago for the baby's baptism. JakeRyan, the World's Worst Catholic was the godfather. But not the real godfather since he doesn't actually go to church. He was the stand-in. A witness?
So I'll spare you baptism pictures and shower you with fun action shots from Sunday in the pool with Uncle Jeff & PopPop. We got through an afternoon with nobody slamming their head on the side of the pool! Not necessarily a huge accomplishment, but something that will happen one of these days.
From now on (translation: today) pictures of kids aren't cool unless they are being hurtled in the air.
And can't leave out a cute picture of the baby: