Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Baptism, sketti and pedicures


Lucy on Baptism day


Here we are during Mass


Lucy was a little scared by the baptism itself, but she wound up high-fiving the priest later...

Yes, all three have been a big part of Lucy's life lately.
Sunday she was baptized into the Catholic Church. It was a beautiful day, and we were so proud to be her parents. Happily, both of Lucy's grandmothers were there, and her godmother was her aunt, Nancy, Joe's sister. Her godfather was Joe's cousin Tyler.
Lucy, who normally loves water, found herself taken a bit by surprise when Father poured the water on her, so she cried a bit but then forgave him for scaring her by clapping for herself when he presented her to the church.


Here Lucy raises the roof with her godfather, Tyler, back at the house


With Aunt Nancy, her godmother


Lucy's cake from the party at home


(See more photos at our adoption journey website in the "Baptism Day" entry)

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It's no fun unless they have to hose you down after supper!

Eating: Unbelievable. Eats everything in sight now. And, of course, food's no good unless you get it all over yourself, as you can see with the great spaghetti incident of '06.


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On her toes...

Lucy, in her "rich-princess robe," as her Daddy calls it, watched me sand my feet this morning then decided to borrow the file (or whatever it's called) and give herself a little pedicure. Ahhh, the good life.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Welcome, Harley!



We haven't liked to talk about it much, but we lost our beloved golden retriever, Bernstein, on July 8. We knew soon after that we wanted another golden, who would come from the same rescue group where we found Bernstein, GRRAND. After a few short weeks, we decided to put in our application process, and last Saturday we looked at the one and only dog for us, Harley. He's a year old, and has a history of doing well with children. Lucy loves him. Stella, our beagle, is beginning to love him.



Harley loves our bed. People might think we're getting no sleep because of Lucy, but not true. It's Harley who is making us fend for ourselves in our bed each night, trying to claim a little piece of mattress while His Majesty is sprawled out like a 70-pound sack of flour, lifeless and unable to be moved....three words: king-size bed.

Anyway, we are proud of our new addition. Harley was his original moniker, by the way, and he answers to it very well so we decided to keep the name.