Larchmont, New York, June 18, 2006 - This past weekend, Sue and I became godparents of our lovely little niece. There wasn't much to it - put on a suit on the hottest day of the year, wait around after Mass for a short baptism ceremony, repeat a few words after the priest, and voila: we're now responsible for her immortal soul. So far, so good; she didn't seem to do much of anything sinful this weekend. She was very well-behaved all day, and even kept her cool during the baptism, unlike the other little girl who was being baptized at the same time. That girl (who must have been one and a half) didn't stop howling and crying and screaming, and you can tell it was driving the old priest crazy. I imagine him thinking that in the good old days one could damn such a child to Hell or perhaps Limbo, but not anymore, no the Church went soft after Vatican II.
Our nephew was rowdier than he normally is, but I've been told that's what happens when one approaches two-and-a-half. He's still cute, though I could do without his new "throw toys at Uncle Peter" game. It doesn't last as long as his old "have Uncle Peter chase him around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around the apartment" game, but it hurts more.
(By the way - the pictures were taken about two months ago when we had everyone over for Easter. The kids look pretty much the same now, only two months older.)
Other highlights of the weekend included watching more soccer and golf than I was expecting (is that really a highlight? - it's not a lowlight - maybe just a mediumlight...), and playing indoor glow-in-the-dark mini golf Saturday night with my parents. The mini golf course was right down the road from the U.S. Open - we were hoping that some of the pros would stop by to kick back and practice their putting, but I guess they found another place to play.