What a week!

In only seven days hubby and I managed to:

- finalize all design elements and colours for the new home
- put our house on the market
- clean the house for viewings
- accept an offer – we had three in 24 hours
- cook a birthday dinner for my father-in-law
- clean the house again
- have a home inspection completed by the buyers
- bring Andrew on a fieldtrip to introduce him to coworkers
- do a walkthrough of the new construction
- bake and prepare a truckload of food
- have Andrew baptized
- host Andrew’s baptism reception at our house
- clean house again

While my cold thankfully died off midway through the week, I mysteriously injured my coccyx on Friday night. I ended up spending Andrew’s baptism on pain medication and little to no sleep. Sadly I had to miss my Zumba class on Sunday, although I’m not quite sure how I would have fit it into the mix anyways.

Despite being overtired, run off my feet and in pain, it was a good week. Andrew’s baptism was the icing on the proverbial cake. I bawled my eyes out through the service and kept thinking how strange it was to baptize my child in the same church where I received my communion, confirmation, and wedding sacraments. It felt good to introduce him to faith, something that had been lacking in my life over the past few years. Something about being a parent draws me back to religion –I’m not sure whether it’s comfort, convention, or a sense of duty to start Andrew on the right path. Either way, I’m glad to share this part of my own upbringing with my son. I hope that he will grow to have faith. It’s good to give thanks, appreciation and have hope in something greater than oneself.

Andrew was an absolute angel during the whole service. In my humble opinion, he was cutest little guy there! He simply sat on our laps, took in the scenery and soaked up the attention from the family. He didn’t cry over the baptismal font..if anything I think he would have preferred to play in it. He did his family proud!