KRazy FaMily LOL
After my nephew graduated from high school over ten years ago he moved that same day to Los Angeles and has been there ever since. He has made a life for himself down there. Lately, since my mom has been sick I have been talking or texting him more then when he first moved there. Now, he has a child of his own who will turn a year old in a few days. I was just thinking how fast time does really fly when I looked at the calendar and thought to myself that in a few days that little Kevin will be a year old and we have yet to meet him in person. It is like Los Angeles is in another country sometimes and it is about a 8 hour drive away from where we are. But, nonetheless, works, schedules, school, etc..always get in the way and before you know it a year has passed and I am standing there looking at the calendar thinking boy, time went fast.
The other night I was texting him about how my mom was doing and then I asked him out of the blue sort of if he was going to get his son baptized and he said oh yeah he was. From what he told me I think that the child will have two baptisms but I could be wrong. It took me back to when my son was baptized when he was about 14 months old. I remember that day. It was a day that I couldn't forget if I tried because it was full of drama and funny things.
It all started with trying to book the church and it took two tries to get that done. After the church was booked the day came and we lived during that time about ten or so blocks away from the church. I thought that we would be driving there but nope as luck would have it the car was broken and so we had to walk in the unseasonal heat of 80 degrees in February. Before we even started our hot journey to the church was the journey to find some God parents for my son. So, my son's dad picked the Godfather and the Godmother we had chosen started to have problems with her boyfriend shortly after my son was born so we had to choose another. I chose my sister. So, there we were on the day. My son was sick with some stomach bug that he had woke up with that morning. I was thinking okay this is not going to be a great day. So, I dressed him, dressed myself and my sister and two nephews were going with us so they all got dressed. Being that we had just moved in to the house we were staying in nobody really looked like they were going to church dressed in their best "good " clothes as we would say when we were little. We all just opened clothes boxes and tried to find something clean and presentable to wear. So, it was not like where everyone dressed in their Sunday best with flowing dresses and suits and ties. Nope we had on slacks, jean, shorts and blouses and tee shirts. I know we looked quite the sight. My son was dressed up though. Not in a tradition christening gown though. He had on an outfit that was worn by his oldest cousin when he was that age. So, off we went in our walking shoes.
My mom didn't go because she was waiting for my uncle to come by with something important, I can't remember what it was now but back then she was adamant that she couldn't leave before he came so she stayed at the house. So, we loaded the stroller with my son, some water, and a baby bag and off we went. Now, I didn't exactly time this thing right thinking that we would be walking faster then we actually did walk and so we were not even half way when we were supposed to be there. I was thinking that the priest was probably ready to send smoke signals to us because we were so late.
We got there about 15 min late and my son's father was supposed to meet us there. He calls and says that his mom who was supposed to give him a ride said she couldn't. So, he had to borrow a car from the neighbor across the street whom he was house sitting for while he was in Hawaii. Did I mention that the neighbor was supposed to be the Godfather? Yep, he was. So, since he was in Hawaii we needed a stand in for the Godfather, that was supposed to be my son's father's brother, but his father's brother couldn't come either because the day before his wife decided to leave him. So, we had to choose a stand in for the stand in.The stand in for the stand in was my nephew. So, we got to the church with all the stand in's and such and my son's dad still was not there. The priest went over the ceremony with us and we waited for my son's dad to come and he arrived 20 min after we got there. I know that the priest was probably tired of us by then. My youngest nephew read from the bible, my son threw up on me twice during the ceremony which only lasted 10 minutes or so and then we thanked the priest and were off to the long walk back home.
My son's father arrived in a truck so that met that none of us but one person could ride in the truck so my youngest nephew rode with him and we all walked. By the time we got back to the house we were all tired and sweating. My son was sleeping on the way until the key was turned to unlock the door and then he opened his eyes and as soon as I picked him up he threw up again on me. We took him to the doctor whom said what we thought it was a virus and it should pass in a few days and it did.
So, that was that he was baptized and we were all happy that I only had one child.
I don't know who my grand nephew's baptism is going to go but with our crazy family I wouldn't be surprised if there will be another funny story to tell in the near future.
The other night I was texting him about how my mom was doing and then I asked him out of the blue sort of if he was going to get his son baptized and he said oh yeah he was. From what he told me I think that the child will have two baptisms but I could be wrong. It took me back to when my son was baptized when he was about 14 months old. I remember that day. It was a day that I couldn't forget if I tried because it was full of drama and funny things.
It all started with trying to book the church and it took two tries to get that done. After the church was booked the day came and we lived during that time about ten or so blocks away from the church. I thought that we would be driving there but nope as luck would have it the car was broken and so we had to walk in the unseasonal heat of 80 degrees in February. Before we even started our hot journey to the church was the journey to find some God parents for my son. So, my son's dad picked the Godfather and the Godmother we had chosen started to have problems with her boyfriend shortly after my son was born so we had to choose another. I chose my sister. So, there we were on the day. My son was sick with some stomach bug that he had woke up with that morning. I was thinking okay this is not going to be a great day. So, I dressed him, dressed myself and my sister and two nephews were going with us so they all got dressed. Being that we had just moved in to the house we were staying in nobody really looked like they were going to church dressed in their best "good " clothes as we would say when we were little. We all just opened clothes boxes and tried to find something clean and presentable to wear. So, it was not like where everyone dressed in their Sunday best with flowing dresses and suits and ties. Nope we had on slacks, jean, shorts and blouses and tee shirts. I know we looked quite the sight. My son was dressed up though. Not in a tradition christening gown though. He had on an outfit that was worn by his oldest cousin when he was that age. So, off we went in our walking shoes.
My mom didn't go because she was waiting for my uncle to come by with something important, I can't remember what it was now but back then she was adamant that she couldn't leave before he came so she stayed at the house. So, we loaded the stroller with my son, some water, and a baby bag and off we went. Now, I didn't exactly time this thing right thinking that we would be walking faster then we actually did walk and so we were not even half way when we were supposed to be there. I was thinking that the priest was probably ready to send smoke signals to us because we were so late.
We got there about 15 min late and my son's father was supposed to meet us there. He calls and says that his mom who was supposed to give him a ride said she couldn't. So, he had to borrow a car from the neighbor across the street whom he was house sitting for while he was in Hawaii. Did I mention that the neighbor was supposed to be the Godfather? Yep, he was. So, since he was in Hawaii we needed a stand in for the Godfather, that was supposed to be my son's father's brother, but his father's brother couldn't come either because the day before his wife decided to leave him. So, we had to choose a stand in for the stand in.The stand in for the stand in was my nephew. So, we got to the church with all the stand in's and such and my son's dad still was not there. The priest went over the ceremony with us and we waited for my son's dad to come and he arrived 20 min after we got there. I know that the priest was probably tired of us by then. My youngest nephew read from the bible, my son threw up on me twice during the ceremony which only lasted 10 minutes or so and then we thanked the priest and were off to the long walk back home.
My son's father arrived in a truck so that met that none of us but one person could ride in the truck so my youngest nephew rode with him and we all walked. By the time we got back to the house we were all tired and sweating. My son was sleeping on the way until the key was turned to unlock the door and then he opened his eyes and as soon as I picked him up he threw up again on me. We took him to the doctor whom said what we thought it was a virus and it should pass in a few days and it did.
So, that was that he was baptized and we were all happy that I only had one child.
I don't know who my grand nephew's baptism is going to go but with our crazy family I wouldn't be surprised if there will be another funny story to tell in the near future.
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