Father’s Day is for reading.
Unkie Pat and Auntie Suz have been Grip’s neighbors ever since he was born. Now they’ve moved out, into their own house. The Roberts Family is very sad.
This is our favorite new expression: The Squinch. Performed by The Squincher, aka Squinchy Squincherstein. Sometimes it indicates displeasure, but sometimes it’s just like he’s exercising his cheek muscles.
Cousin Penelope tries to… er… even the frosting out on the corner of Grip’s cake.
Grip thinks my ear is the equivalent of a steering wheel and a gear shift all in one.
The cake Auntie Suz got for the boy’s baptism.
Grip’s cousin Sam, saying, “Harumph!”.
This looks like an album cover.
After the baptism we took everybody — and as you can see, there was a lot of everybody — over to see our new house. Well, not _our_ new house (grumble grumble), as the guy who was supposed to meet us and let us in wasn’t there, but a similar house next door.
Grip’s baptism was captured on video. Note that when he comes up, he gives Pastor Mark a hug, and the entire congregation says “Awww…” Mark walked him down the aisle to our family and said, “Griffin, you brought two whole pews of family to be with you…” …then he walked past, into the congregation, and said, “These people are your family too. They will always be here to love and support you, no matter what happens.” He said some other stuff too, all of it beautiful, but I can’t recall exactly as I was struggling with a huge lump in my throat. Grip was grinning and laughing the whole time. It was, to my mind, everything good about organized religion — and I’m not a big fan — all wrapped into one. It couldn’t have been more perfect.