We decided that since most of our friends and family were already gathered for Maggie's baptism, that the smart thing to do would be to have Dixon blessed as well. Efficiency rules! So after Maggie was confirmed and before the closing prayer, Mike was able to give Dixon his name and blessing. Unfortunately, they didn't use a microphone and as soft-spoken as Mike is, it was difficult to hear any of it. At least the nightmare I had about it the night before was only a dream. In it, they were holding Dixon in the circle, dressed all in white and in the middle of the blessing he had a huge blowout, coloring his white outfit a lovely shade of poop. Meanwhile, all those in the circle started laughing hysterically, and they were unable to continue with the blessing. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only mother to have had that same dream. Thankfully, the blessing went off without a hitch, but as a precaution I didn't dress him in all white!
Unfortunately, Aunt Ju missed the baptism and blessing by a couple of days, but she got her Dixon/Max fill when she made a quick trip to Utah on her birthday. Dinner out with her and Mer was a blast--I wish we could do it more often. Love you girls, but we were definitely missing our other sister. Maybe next time, Em!
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Your nightmare was my reality with my oldest. A few minutes after they had come back to the pew after giving Jake his blessing,I turned to take him from my Dad and he had just had a massive blowout. Bright yellow breastmilk poop all up the back of his brand-new-hand-made-by-my-mom-pure-white blessing suit. Amazingly, she got the stain out and it was used for his brother and cousin...
Oh, Marcie! There are no words...
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