Brody's Big Day

As I've briefly shared, I have a big, Irish, (crazy) Catholic, family.  For me, family is so important and without the support and love of my family, I don't know how I would be able to function as a working mom right now.  I grew up Catholic, went to 12 years of Catholic school, and always thought faith was important.  Now, I am not saying that Catholicism is the "right"religion by any means...it is just all that I know.  My husband is not Catholic but when I was pregnant, we decided that we wanted our son to grow up with religion and wanted to baptise him Catholic.


Yes, many people baptise their babies after one or two precious months on earth but it wasn't that easy for us.  First of all, we had to take a class and getting both of our schedules, a grandmother or aunt over to babysit, and time away from work coordinated was not an easy feat.  Also, my grandparents hybernate in Florida for 3 months and would absolutley freak out if they were not present for their great grand sons baptism.  So, after planning, scheduling, and making sure it worked for all family members (both sides) we settled on a date when Brody would be approximatley 6 and a half months old. 


I actually thought this was better because he could wear an adorable three piece suit, not one of those girly gowns.  We were also planning a party afterwards to celebrate the precious prince and now he's a lot more fun than he was at one or two months.  So, our big day finally came this weekend.  For some reason, I was nervous.  My husband was up early getting drinks in coolers and iced down for the "afterparty" and as I got Brody into his suit, I couldn't help but tear up.  I felt a nervous pain in my stomach like it was my wedding day or something.  Yes, I am a very emotional woman but I never thought I would be this sentimental about his baptism.  As I kissed all over his chubby face, I truly realized how different my life is now that I've become a mother and how every juncture in his life is so emotional and important to me.

Check out that suit...


We chose my sister/best friend Katie as the godmother and my husbands best friend Patrick as the godfather.  Not only do I know that these two people love my son completley, but we trust and love them so much that we wanted them to be a very special parts of the Brodsters life.

With the godparents about to get dunked


The ceremony was wonderful and we had our closest family and friends there so it was perfect.  The "afterparty" was full of salads, gourmet sandwhiches, delicous cake, and of course, wine.  I know Brody won't remember it but it was a very special day for me and my husband and I am so proud of the trouper my son was all day long.  He really is an angel.

Brody with his parents and grand parents