Apparently I have no perspective on baby pictures.
So if you are on this ride for kitchen cleanup, sorry about the wait! I have to show you some more baby thoughts. I’ve decided that my babbling is in the photos. It would be unseemly for me to voice my thoughts. I refrain, for the most part. Sort of.
Tomorrow is the baby’s baptism. I wish I could be there! His little body is so very cuddly. The smell of his hair is so very delicious. He loves my kisses, I just know it! He misses me!
There are truisms that you only fully understand when you experience them, such as that Southern California is sunny, or that being a grandma means you get all the wonderfulness of your very own baby without the soreness or lack of sleep! What a canard! But how true!
|Mommy! Quit fooling around. Feed me!|
Where was I?
There are two sets of remarkably similar baptismal gowns, one from each side of his family. They are fine old gowns, but not as elaborate as some I have seen. They aren’t super long, for instance. They don’t have rows and rows of frills.
Both are made of a very delicate cotton — lawn? Batiste? You can’t even find it now, as far as I can tell. Ours has a woolen coat, which has sadly decayed. Theirs is silk, I think — peau de soie? And a little more embroidered and embellished. Their cap matches its coat. Ours is handmade Belgian lace.
While I was there, I washed ours and starched and ironed both sets. Rosie and Philip can choose which one (or maybe some combination) to use.
I am honestly fine with whatever they choose. Ours isn’t actually from my family, so maybe that’s why I have some detachment, although each of our children and all of my husband’s family used it.
Every once in a while I find myself getting a little touchy and panicky about it, in private, but that’s just pro forma — completely knee-jerk. In my heart of hearts, I really don’t mind, and the other one is beautiful, and in pretty much the same way.
I’m going to show you the Lawler one, and then the Turner one. First, I am just documenting the whole thing (I have many more pictures than these, so you got off lightly), for our family. Second, I thought you might be interested.
|The underdress. Buttons on the shoulders and a little lace all around.|
|The overdress. The many years of baby sweat/drool have discolored the neck, despite all my sun-bleaching and oxycleaning. But the real honest truth is — that part gets hidden in the baby’s chins! So it doesn’t matter.|
|The simple lace-work at the hem.|
|You can see the deterioration. These little holes are all over. This embroidery is machine done, which makes me think that the coat was added to the ensemble later.|
|The back of the overdress.|
|The front. Don’t know why they don’t have sweat/drool stains on theirs. Humph.|
|Beautiful hand embroidery.|
|The whole ensemble.|
While I worked, baby Philip sweetly slept in his crib while his mommy had a shower. (She thrifted the crib and made the bedding. Soon she will do a nursery post. She promises!)
I want you to know that Bridget made the baby blanket according to my easy baby blanket directions, and it is most useful — generously sized and warm but not bulky.
He is just the most delectable pumpkin pie you ever want to see. He is so good!
However, I am all restraint. Horses could not drag from me the admission in print that he is indeed a Pumpkin. Pie.
Hanging above him is the baptism quilt which his Aunt Annie (Philip’s sister) made for him. It’s richly quilted and quite a difficult object to photograph in that pesky California sunshine!
|Here is my unsuccessful attempt to reveal the dove quilted in the center. Isn’t it lovely though?|
So either way, he has quite the outfit for the big day. His godparents, Nick and Natasha, will be there by a miracle of trans-Pacific timing.
Sigh. It all makes me so happy.