The Christenson Christening is complete. Everything went well. Ari managed to find quite the smart little suit for Tait at a Sears in Edmonton. Amy and her Mom were a little miffed about having to share the spotlight with a couple of other families, who were termed "fly-ins." Apparently it is not uncommon to have people book a baptism and never show up again. Nice commitment people. Even if I don't particularly hold with organized religion, even I went the Sunday before.
Tait was the only one who went in willingly; all smiles and happiness. Claire was wigged out by the fact that she was having her hair washed at Church in front of all these strangers. When she finally gave in she started pulling at her dress to get it off because she didn't want to get it wet. Grace was another story entirely. We were going to do her first, and she was totally willing to come to the front, but when she realized she actually had to do something, she flipped. Tears and hiding and everything. So we did Tait and Claire while I talked to Grace. (is it contradictory to threaten your kids during their baptism?) I had to lift her, and she fought passively the whole time, but it's done.
This stage fright thing has happened before. Dance class, reading to grandparents, getting"caught" practicing her dance. I am really hoping it's just an age thing and not some manifestation of trouble we might get to see from the phenylketonuria when she gets older...
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