Frankie and his "twin cousin" were baptized together on Sunday. The ceremony was beautiful!
I had hoped for a peaceful, happy baby, but after sleeping all through Mass, Frankie decided to throw propriety to the winds and scream bloody murder through the ceremony. Silly baby!
Have you heard the superstition that a baby who cries at his baptism is going to have a religious vocation? Frank said, "If it's true that a baby who cries is destined to become a priest, I think our boy is going to be the first North American pope!"
Meanwhile, his sweet little cousin slept angelically through the whole thing!
My sister and her husband were Frankie's godparents.
And my parents were godparents to my sister's baby.
How does your family pick godparents? I was raised with the idea that godparents should be family members, since that offers some guarantee that they will remain a part of your child's life and you won't lose touch with them. But I know a lot of people choose friends or spiritual mentors instead, and really, it's not fair to Frank if we always go with a "family only" rule since none of his family is Catholic. Stuff to consider for the future!
After the baptism, we had a party at my parents' house to celebrate the babies, and took a million photos of all the family members with Frankie.
Here is my side of the family—Frankie with his dad, uncle, grandfather and great-grandfather. As you can see, Frankie was really loving life that day. :p
And with the Barber side of the family—uncle, grandpa and dad:
We did get one picture where Frankie wasn't screaming! He just looks deeply offended. Here are all three of the Frank Barbers:
And here are "the five Franks"—from left to right, my godfather Uncle Frank, my father-in-law Frank, baby Francisco, my husband Frank and my grandfather Francisco. Man, there are a lot of Franks in my life!
And my mom with her mom:
It was so special to have my grandparents there to meet the babies. They were so happy to meet their first great-grandchildren. My mom's mom never wanted to let them out of her sight!
Later in the day, Frankie calmed down a bit. My new favorite photo of him is this one that Kathryn took, in a darling outfit she gave him:
Aaaaaand last but not least... I thought you guys might enjoy this hilarious picture that my little sister put on Facebook in honor of Father's Day. It's from a family vacation about 16 years ago.
Is my dad not the original hipster? And can you tell which one is me?