Iain is a pretty predictable baby, and though I knew his need to eat was going to roughly coincide with the beginning of the Vigil, I was very thankful that he held off fully waking (and briefly screaming) until well after the wonderous pitch-black silence, Procession of the Easter Candle, and Easter Proclamation (one of the most beautiful parts of the Vigil, in my opinion).
Here's Iain in his Easter outfit, Sunday morning. :)
My parents are in town for the week, and Iain has been soaking-in his many hours in Grandma's arms.
1 comment:
He's soooo stinking cute!! I think he's a good mix of both of you... amazing isn't it. Grandma looks like she's pretty smitten too :)
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