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D's Big Baptism Day


It's hard to believe that my baby boy is already 8.  He is such a good kid.  Don't get me wrong, he drives me crazy at times, but I still think he's fantastic.  He is so happy we always wonder if his cheeks hurt from smiling all the time.  The kid makes friends everywhere we go and loves to have fun.  He's also a quick learner.  New skills seem to come easily to him (he would do awesome in school if he could just keep his mouth closed a little more).

So, my smily big guy turned 8, and in our house that means it is baptism time!  D was so excited to be baptized and confirmed a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  He has been looking forward to it for quite awhile.  He and Kent looked so sweet walking over to the church in their white clothes.

 D is actually a pretty lucky kid.  Most people don't get baptized at a Tabernacle, but since that is where we attend church that is where he was baptized.  It is a beautiful old pioneer building with amazing stained glass windows, wood carved details and beautiful architecture.  I hope he always remembers this special building he was blessed and then baptized in and the many Saints who sacrificed to build such a beautiful house of worship.
 D was baptized and confirmed by his dad Kent.  I think Kent was almost as excited as D.
 Of course mom was pretty excited too.
 I'm so glad he's not too old to give his mom a kiss.
 Here he is ready for the water.
 I love this picture.  Lizzy took it while we were walking up the steps into the building.  I know he won't want me to hold his hand forever and lead him, so I'll cherish these times.
 Not to be outdone, K got in on a few pictures.  She thought she was pretty slick in her fancy dress, feather hair clip and fancy gloves.

D had quite the party after his baptism.  D asked if we could have Nachos to eat and I quickly said YES!  (seriously, such an easy thing to feed LOTS of people)  So, we filled the backyard with tables and chairs and dished up chips, cheese sauce, refried beans, and taco meat, onions, tomatoes, cilantro, salsa, sour cream, and olives (there might have been more but ?).  

Not only did we have LOTS of family and several friends who came to be with D on his special day, it was also our towns annual city celebration "Wheat and Beat Days".  I think this was the kids favorite part, the fireman's water fight, even better it was held across the street from our house.  It is just what it looks like.  The local volunteer fire departments get together and spray the kids down with fire hoses and water cannons. EVERYONE gets soaked (even innocent bystanders).  In the photo above, D and a few cousins and friends and itching to get seriously soaked.  The kids had a blast.  


Well, most of the kids.

After the water fun, everyone came back over to the house for snow cones and cotton candy.  We had several flavors of both cotton candy and snow cones.  I think everyone got a good dose of sugar that day.   (Okay, so I know it is sounding a little overboard now, but we have family members who own the machines so it was actually easier than making cookies or some other treat).

Overall it was a fantastic day.  We are so proud of D and his decision.  At the bishop's interview he did a great job.  He knew all the answers and once again I realized that he was learning more than I knew (in between pulling his pant legs up to his thigh and kicking the desk... you can't get all the crazies out of the boy).

Comments

Seleta said…
Congrats D, What a wonderful day! Sounds like a fun time! Mariam, I Love your hair cut, you look so great! So glad that the day went well!
August 17, 2011 at 6:30 PM
Rachel said…
Awww, such cute pics for such a special day! Congrats for you all :) xox
August 18, 2011 at 11:24 PM
Christine said…
You all look amazing! What a gorgeous day. Congrats to all of you :)
September 12, 2011 at 11:11 PM
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