We journeyed a few hours down to eastern Maryland yesterday to help celebrate Otis's baptism. It was a gorgeous day and little (and big) kids took advantage of the awesome playground at the church. Hannah was especially nimble while wearing fancy shoes and a dress. Otis survived his baptism. He was a trooper and only gave the pastor a dirty look after getting water dumped on his head. Can't say that I blame him.
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if i'm at church, i always hope that theres either a baptism or communion. either i get to eat something or get entertained... (baby's crying, curious older sibs, etc...)
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