Frozen Tot Chronicles

DEDICATION

Yesterday, in front of Vanessa's church and her grandmothers and Auntie Anne, we dedicated our Baby Nessa to the Lord. I feel funny saying that, since she is so purely of the Lord that it seems almost silly to say we did it officially. However, it also feels right to stand up before a crowd of believers and say, "Look at what God did! Can you even belive it? Please help us thank Him!" which of course they did.

And, perhaps more importantly, we prayed as a congregation that Daddio and I will raise this child as well as humanly possible. Our church, our mothers, and Auntie Anne promised to keep an eye on us and help out. In fact, dedicating our baby to God seems more about dedicating ourselves to parenting than anything else.

See us all here, with Pastor Paul, and his wife, Terry. Sure, they look 30-something, but today is actually Terry's 50th birthday, and they are grandparents.

Our little Female Miracle was "on" the whole day. She loves the start of church, with the acoustic guitar and dancing. There's not enough action for her during the homily, so she heads outside to the kiddie tent and where ever else her parents are willing to let her explore. She and I missed much of what was said, but we hear there were many references to prayer, miracles and Vanessa. I'm sorry I missed it!

At the end of the service, Vanners came in for an impromtu jam session on the altar with the guys. Our little drummer had some real sticks to play with - doesn't she look just like her big cousin Julia here?

See her here, looking like she might burst out with, The sun will come out tomorrow!

After church, we bustled about as a family, rustled up some food, and had Pastor Paul and some of his family over, as well as "Uncle" Chris and friend Chelsea. Sorry, we were all so busy cooking, eating and socializing we failed to take photos. It was about 90 degrees in the back yard and we splish-splashed in the kiddie pool to keep our collective cool.

Later on, after the guests left, we ended up heading out to Pismo for sunset and fish and chips. See VH1 here, kicking about in a patch of dirt by the curb. A (slightly angry) youth approached Jack at this point, saying, "Is that a leash? Man, leashes are for dogs! That's just wrong." Daddio was nearly speechless, wondering if this guy had any idea how well we treat our golden hound. In the end, he just laughed it off. How could a stranger possibly know how we really treat our baby girl?