This weekend Max got baptized with some holy waters. He wore my little brother’s baptismal outfit from 24ish years ago and looked quite the dapper wee lad, if I do say so myself.

My grandparents drove down special for the event, and met him for the very first time. It was love at first sight for both parties.

Meanwhile, Rosie discovered we would be standing up in front of a whole lot of people and was stoked. This was her SHOW and she was ready for it. Oh man, did this used to be me when I was a kid one hundred times over. Get it, girl.

Also apparent from these pictures: Max weighs a lot of pounds. Like 1, 2, 3, 4 … a lot. So much acreage to love on that boy.

Grandmother’s down with that.

Editor’s note: We’re traveling back in time a bit to recount the beginning of Rachel’s life as a mom of three. She lives with her husband and brood in Decatur. She blogs at yestertimeblog.com.