Sunday, and we're partying with the other half of my Hubby's family. Baby Harry - who is just 5m younger than Georgie and our youngest nephew - getting Christened at the village church.
I love getting my boys all dressed up. Jack always looks so hansom to me. Tom likes getting dressed up too, but hates having his photo taken when he is. So now we have a matching "Happy Jack - Maungy Tom" photo to one we have for their Aunty Jenny's wedding a year ago.
It was a lovely service and a lovely little church. It set Jack off asking questions about when we were getting OUR baby christened. Walking through the church grounds surrounded by family of varying degrees of faith is not the time and place I would choose to discuss why we've not had any of them christened. I quickly answered that there were many kinds of Christians and we thought it better to let him and his brothers choose their own path, if any, when they are older. If he wanted to be baptised we could arrange it for him. He seemed happy enough with that.
The after do was at the local Miners Club, a proper 'after do' to my mind. Buffet, another amazing cake as made by my sister-in-law Rachel, a bar, music, and kids going mental on the dance floor with balloons! Not to mention those who are some where between kid and adult ( you know the ones, legally adults but still act like kids ) drinking too much and getting in a bit of a state. Much to the kids amusement.
And on that note I'll leave you with a short video of the kids doing what they do best on he dance floor. And it's not dance... (oh, and don't worry, no babies were actually fed booze)