My Molly

Yes, you read correctly, my Molly.  I'm her godmother, so I officially get to call her mine. And according to the godmother handbook I read, I also get to blog about her whenever I want to without her parents' permission. I wonder if they read the fine print?

Ok, so technically I have to share my title with Alicia's sister, but with Andy as her only godfather, it evens out. I don't exactly know how to be a godparent and I'm not going to lie, Molly is more likely to learn her first curse word from me than a bible scripture...

Yesterday was Molly's baptism and the first time we left both kids with nana and papa. Everyone survived and church was like a mini vacation. And as we watched two little girls dancing down the aisles, trying to splash in the baptismal water and in general mortifying their parents, Andy and I were very pleased with our decision to leave the kids at home!

If you're wondering about Molly's gown...it is the gown handed down through generations in Alicia's family...starting in 1886. Yeah, you read that correctly too. 1886. And it was beautiful. Totally white and pristine.

 

We picked up Em and Ethan for brunch following the service. Emmie has been going through a shy phase, but apparently got over it real quick at brunch. She was running wild and loved playing the piano...this photo is before she decided to take her skirt off and just wear shirt and tights. It wasn't a battle I cared to fight.

And on her parents' porch, inviting you to brunch...the same chalk board door from Matt and Alicia's wedding. This time with a little message for Molly (drawn by her Grandpa).