My baptism was the best!

All four of my grand-rents, two aunts, an uncle, and my uncle's dad came to Syracuse to see me baptized this past Sunday. I wore Papa Bern's 82-year-old gown he wore for his bris (I don't know what a bris is, but apparently it has nothing to do with little girls). Aunt Cathy and Uncle Steve sang me a song and made everyone cry. That's what I was told anyway; I actually slept through most of the service, up to the point where Pastor Wendy dribbled water on my head. Daddy had just washed my peach fuzz the night before, so I'm not sure what that was all about. Then she took me all around the church so everyone could ooh and aah over me. When she handed me back to the 'rents, I protested loudly -- I did so enjoy being the center of attention! Check out these pics:

It was a tad overwhelming at first.




Isn't my church pretty?




My 'rents were so proud!




So were Grandma and Grandpa Parr, and Aunt Trish.
What a day!