As is common at christenings, there were little kids everywhere. One particularly curly haired little boy named Donavan, inspired me to tuck his name away in my back pocket, as a possible name for a little boy of my own one day. (In the far off future, I reassured my family.) What can I say, I have a thing for Irish boy names. The crème de la crème, however, were Brant and Tara's two ridiculously adorable kids.
Sean is almost two-and-a-half and Katelyn three months - you just want to eat them both up. Katelyn reminds me of my sister Kerry, who had enough rolls in her arms and legs as a baby to feed a small family. I don't know what it is about fat babies, but they melt my heart. While Sean was off playing with the other kids, humorously slipping down the Slip N' Slide, me and my mom couldn't get enough of Katelyn. Unfortunately, the poor thing has acid reflux (!) and has to take a special medicine after her bottle. My cousin Dan's girlfriend Yasmin learned this the hard way, after being the lucky recipient of a healthy dose of baby spit up. I was lucky enough to steal her away from my Uncle Jeff and hold her for an hour. And while her pudgy little feet popped open the buttons on my dress, giving everyone a very unintended view of my midrift, I loved every moment.
After a wonderful day, I took Metro North back into the city with Dan and Yasmin. In fact, we almost missed the train because Dan was saddled with the important task of filling a cooler with beer for the trip. (Did I mention we were Irish?) Between the cold beers and entertaining stories, it was a perfect ending to the day.
I guess I just have a soft spot in my heart for family, and fat babies, because I got home feeling really happy. For me, no matter what else is going on in life, it's always comforting to recharge the ol' battery with family.
