Antonio Got Good With God

Guess who went and got himself baptized? If you're reading this (and I assume you are), then you probably already know the answer is Antonio. He went and got himself baptized.

We brought Father Heffernan in to do the ceremony. He married Debbie's parents, baptized Debbie, and married the two of us, so it only makes sense that he baptized Antonio, too. He's an old school Irish Catholic priest, thick accent, and he never ages. (Deb calls him the Dick Clark of priests.) He's might be a bit of a living cliche, but we think he's perfect.

Antonio wore pretty much the shiniest infant tuxedo I've ever seen. (And I've seen a lot of them.) He looked fantastic.

We had brunch (yes, at the Country Club) after the baptism. Everyone, especially Antonio's two Godmothers, Nina Chrissy and Auntie Becky (non-relative version), had a good time.

Antonio was so well-behaved (what else is new?), and we had a wonderful weekend on the Island with our families.