Ole' little man. That's right, Teddy had a very big week this past week. Thursday started off with a celebration at our local Mexican restaurant (we are 4 for 5 as far as 2009 family birthday celebrations go and I'm not feeling optimistic about Sully's chances at the sombrero and fried ice cream combo). As I mentioned, Teddy recently has become intrigued with silverware and his birthday night was no exception. It isn't easy to eat rice with a fork, but damn it if he didn't give it his best shot. The spoon/ice cream combo was much (much) easier.
On Friday night, we co-hosted a birthday bash for Teddy & Henry and 12 of their closest 3 year-old pals at a local hot spot. Okay, it wasn't a hot spot, but it was entertaining.
The ball pit was both fun and terrifying as Teddy realized it was deeper than anticipated.
And, then we headed home for a few gifts. Carly decided that she wanted to get Teddy a teddy bear for his birthday. Suspicious. She picked it out, wrapped it, and opened it for him. Later that night, when Teddy was already in bed, I found the new teddy bear tucked safely under Carly's sheets. When I quizzed her about it, she said that the teddy bear was going to sleep with her that night. I don't think Teddy has seen it since. And I actually doubt he minds. The big hits were the magnet set from the Pietrosantes, the fire truck from Nana, and the basketball hoop. Santa is going to have a tough time reinventing Teddy's wish list.
And, never ones to rush, we had Teddy baptized on Saturday. It was something of a guerrilla baptism with neither of the bicoastal godparents present, but that was the least of our worries.
Turned out, Mr. Fancy Pants couldn't handle his new shoes. He proceeded to use them as a drum set through the entire ceremony. Have you ever heard saddle shoes hit the sides of a wooden pew in an empty church?
And, not to be outdone or forgotten, Carly staged her own not-so-silent protest of the baptism. It was a bit unclear what the problem was, but she was definitely not happy when the 4 of us (Nana, Greg, Teddy and I) were asked by the priest to step onto the altar.
The drama continued, long enough for the priest to make a comment about children often not attending mass (I am not making this stuff up) and well into the post-baptism celebration at the same bar where we celebrated Carly's baptism.
All's well that ends well I suppose.
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