During the churching, he was quiet and let Fr. Thomas take him without a peep. He started to fuss a tiny bit at the point that we were finished and posing for photos, but he calmed down immediately when I talked to him and bounced him a little.
He was awake for about half of the service, and didn't fuss to speak of. He sat contentedly in my lap and looked around. The few times he did make noise, the choir was usually singing loudly, so the music covered the baby noises. We're afraid Kevin had a harder time than he usually does keeping eyes on him while directing. It seems someone else was pulling focus. Barb held him for about half of the service and gave him is bottle when it came time for him to eat, and he was quiet for her as well. At the end of the liturgy, we had a prayer service for those who were killed on 9/11. Ian was quiet for that as well. When all of the praying was finally done, Kevin and the choir sang "God Grant You Many Years" to the servant of God Ian and his family. I tried not to cry (too much).
Church people admired Ian plenty, and we came home with more gifts. We stayed for coffee hour, and among Ian's biggest admirers was Fr. Thomas' eight-year-old daughter, who played with him (poking at him and touching him) for quite a while, asked several questions, including "when do I get to come see where you live?" and then announced to Daniel that she wanted to take Ian home with her.
I don't dare hope that every Sunday will be so peaceful, but we could not have asked for a better return to church. It was a blessed morning.
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Sounds better than Thomas' tonsuring, when he let people know he was in need of a diaper change, in a gassy manner. We all bit our lips. Otherwise, not a peep.
Proud Dad sure doesn't look 40!!
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