The word: I'm feeling particularly Christian today. The baptism festivities included thirty-six relatives, 11 to-be-baptized babies, seven containers of left-over pulled pork, two pans of hashbrown-n-egg bake, some oil, some water, a candle and one Catholic church. What a ceremony! Special thanks to both of my grandmas for the party preparations and to all of you Corrigan/Conrads who made the trek to Minnesota for my baptism weekend!
It's been about six weeks since my last entry; apologies for the dry spell. The weeks have been a blur of fast fun and friendly happenings. We spent a week or so at Grandma Corrigan's house for Thanksgiving. I met all eight of my cousins; we even posed together for a few grandkid pics. December finds us finishing house projects, preparing for Christmas, shoveling the driveway and other sundries.
In other news, Mom tells me that my eyebrows and eyelashes are officially grown; last week Dad commented on the size of my melon. Apparently one's body has to grow into the size of its head. I'll keep working on it.
Mom's gearing up to go back to full-time work. Last week she re-entered corporate America for half-days. She tells me she's grateful for good co-workers, for the next-size up in suits, and for the opportunity to ease back into a work routine. Tomorrow marks her full-time return to Target. I'll miss her. Dad and I hang out; it's been so fun so far. We read books in the morning, and then I sit in my big chair and watch him do stuff. Mom comes home to a big fat smile from both of us.
I hope you readers are finding joy in your preparations for the holidays. In the words of the Deacon today (no need to remove your diaper and be dunked into a baptismal font for this one): Peace.
Until next time,
Ken
