Sunday, May 15, 2011


I don't know the guy behind us so ignore him.

My BFF Lisa is Nora's godmother and her husband Tian is the godfather. Emma is holding Nora's candle.

Is that how you spell Hallelujah? Looks weird.

Anyway, Nora was baptized yesterday. It was quite the production. It was a group deal and Nora was by far the loudest. "Hi Father John, HIIIIII!!!! what's your name? (to everyone), where's my pink phone? etc etc"

I only lost hold of her once but that allowed her to run up onto the alter while EVERYONE else was seated and Fr. John was singing or something. I had to go up and get her. Not an easy task, she's a slippery little devil. And I had on heels which I don't normally wear so I was a bit wobbly running after her. Fun stuff.

But it went well until she got the water on her head which dripped onto her dress which she decided she couldn't wear for one minute longer so she took it off and was running around in her Hello Kitty undies. Nice.

All the other parents were taking pictures with their newly blessed infants, toddlers and such while I was trying to cover her up with my sweater and get her to a least wear the dress as a skirt. nope. no go. I finally got her to put her own shrug/sweater on UNDER the wet dress so she couldn't tell. Phew.

I was sweating bullets by the end of it and had to go home and drink 3 mimosas just to make sure I calmed down a bit. :)

Emma had her baptism and 1st communion on Easter Sunday which was super nice and she was super excited.

My parents came to visit from NY and to be Emma's godparents. I guess it would have been a whole lot easier to have done the whole baptism thing when they were babies but we didn't have a church or anything. Now that Emma goes to Catholic school, she really wanted to have her 1st communion so we went with it.

Onto another subject...
Last week I had to go to IKEA and thought I'd put Nora in the playroom. I don't go often and usually try not to bring her with me but we were on our way home from OT so I decided to try it. I never felt that she was ready to be left there (a-she wasn't totally potty trained and b- she wouldn't have been able to handle it.)

So IKEA has this awesome playroom with soft climby toys and a ball room and crafts and TV. And 3 really old crotchety ladies watching all the kids. One rule they have is only 3 and 4 year olds can go in the ball pit. Hmmm... this may be interesting. I tell them Nora is dev. delayed and has special needs etc. I try to tell her that she gets to play on all the cool climbing toys etc. and get the hell out of there so I can get my stuff before my restaurant pager goes off to come get her. Sure enough, no more that 10 minutes go by and I get paged. Apparently because Nora is 5 she isn't allowed in the ball pit which is EMPTY of 3 & 4 year olds. She's the only one in there. But of course she doesn't give a shit that she's 5 and rules are rules. They kicked her out but she wouldn't listen so they tried to grab her and she flailed her arms and legs. They said she was a danger and threat to the other kids (what other kids?) and couldn't stay.

First of all, she has never, and I mean never hurt another child. She just doesn't do that. She does get a bit feisty if you try to man handle her. Needless to say, I was pissed and can't believe they are so rigid they wouldn't give a kid with special needs any slack. If they let her, they'd have to let everyone etc...

Whatever old lady IKEA workers.

I am sure this won't be the first time she's kicked out of somewhere.

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