This weekend, we headed to Baltimore for my nephew’s Christening. My sister had originally asked for Silky and I to be his godfathers, but that didn’t happen, between her church’s strict rules about what constitutes a practicing Catholic and the fact that we didn’t feel right about it, we just passed. My brother and sister instead are his godparents and that’s just fine with me.

The drive down was not too bad, riding with my parents was not as bad as I though it would be, especially since no one had an argument, my only complaint was being covered in ashes from my father’s smoking next to me in the back seat. We made good time, had a delicious dinner (gnocchi and sausage) and stayed in a nice comfy hotel.

The day of the christening also went well, my mom wasn’t late (trust me a miracle) and we made it to the church on time. Of course we enjoyed the half drunk priest and the fact that my brilliant (yes at age 6months) nephew screamed bloody murder every time the priest said God, but all in all it was nice. The hour long photo shoot at the end also sucked but what can you do right?

Lunch was at a BBQ place right up the street, it was a bit disappointing because I had eaten at this chain before and the food was off the hook, and on Saturday, it wasn’t so great. But I got to spend time with my family and my favorite little man.

Our little man, all dressed up in a tie at six months!