He'll make a great ring-bearer

This past weekend Peter attended his first wedding. He behaved very well. He didn’t make much noise at all, or nothing that would have distracted anyone from the actual ceremony, anyway.

His mother and I were the gift-bearers for the mass. We weren’t sure what we were going to do with Peter when we were to perform our duties, but during one of the readings Peter filled his diaper. Mommy thought it would be for the best if she slipped away and changed him at that time. She got back about a minute before we were to bring up the bread and wine and it was obvious that what we were going to do with Peter is bring him up with us. I volunteered to hold him, and almost immediately after he got into my arms Mount St. Peter erupted rather violently, making use of the fresh new diaper he had been given. So I schlepped Peter up to the altar in my left arm with the communion wafers held in my right hand, praying that he doesn’t leak on the way (and on me). Fortunately I was with-it enough to give the priest the contents of the correct arm.

I noticed several minutes after we got back to the pew that my prayers were only good for so long, as the contents of his last episode were leaking a little onto the leg of his outfit. Mommy was holding him at that point, and she discreetly covered up the evidence, but we knew we had to rush him out of there as fast as we could to clean him up.

We had a couple hours before the reception was to start, so we took him home and I cleaned him up and got him into a new outfit. He took a nice nap and by the time we got to the reception he was ready to go. He met new people and bounced around until we left at about 8:30. It seemed like his energy was draining at the end there, but when he got home he was up and about until after 10:00. I suppose we should be thankful that at only 3 months his late-evening awakedness (if that’s a word) is easy to deal with - by the time he’s walking or running around he will be quite the handful.