We had the distinct pleasure to attend the St. Anastasia First Communion...sorry...First Eucharist ceremony yesterday (I just don't like the way that sounds. It sounds like some weird Evangelical type of ceremony). Actually, Maureen is contractually obligated to attend. Me, I was there as a guest of the Lopez Ohana. Their oldest, Dylan, was participating.
For the most part, John was a good little trooper. He did get a little fussy because he was so gosh darned tired. He kept on rubbing his eyes with his wubbie, but he couldn't fall asleep with all the singing. He did make a little friend with a nice little English 13-month old. She kept on reaching out to touch him. He then tried to do the same, but I wouldn't let him. The boy's nails are as sharp as an eagle's talons. He wouldn't let me cut them yesterday.
I do have to point out that I liked the St. Brendan's First Communion more because it was more like mine. They didn't attempt to involve all the kids and it just flowed a little better. I'm not saying that St. Anastasia's was horrible because it wasn't. Maureen's favorite part is when they call all the kids up to surround the altar during the transubstantiation. Yes, that's a nice touch and all, but I'm more of a traditionalist. Plus, the St. Brendan's ceremony was an hour long. St. Anastasia tended to lag at 80-minutes (Communion seemed to take 20-minutes) . I am not big on large ornate cermonies.
Fortunately, I had some help from John's little mommy, Miss Alley Cat. She was kind enough to help feed him and rock him in the church.
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