The christening was beautiful, a church full of family and friends. Miss M slept through the whole thing, and the Babes fussed until the Holy water was poured over his head, and then he laid there and grinned hugely up at our priest.
Back to the house, and miraculously the tent was still there, although levitating periodically. The 50 or so guests we had did not seem to mind. They were too busy eating the enormous amount of food we somehow ended up with. Barbeque, veggies, fruit, chips, fresh goat cheese our neighbors brought, 3 huge cakes and about 100 cupcakes.... we all ate well, to put it mildly.
|authentic Belizean BBQing right here. 10 whole chickens, 20 burgers, and I don't know how many hot dogs were cooked here|
The biggest hit of the party was the piñata I don't think I ever encountered one as a child, but seeing these kiddos attack it with such joy made me wish I could have experienced it. The babes was scared of it at first, and ran away, until we put his favorite stick in his hand and told him to yell "Vaca! Vaca!" ("cow, cow"-- he loooooves to chase cows around). Then his face lit up and he spent the rest of the time gleefully whacking, no where close to actually hitting the thing. Imagine, being 2 years old, handed a stick and actually given permission to smack away! Heaven.
We are so, so blessed in our family and friends. Without exception everyone has accepted our babies with as much love and joy as we have. Miss M was passed around and cuddled and enjoyed by everyone (and continued to sleep through it all). Everyone sung Happy Birthday to the babes, and the look on his face was indescribable. It was such a wonderful, wonderful day.