Our Nicholas was the star of the baptism, but John was still quite popular with everyone involved. At first, he was a little shy and started to cry when everyone started to appear in the church. He's not a fan of crowds, but he eventually warmed up to everyone. As you can see, he was comfortable enough to just sit down and play with his trains in the church.
Throughout the ceremony, he would act up every so often, but he had is aunts (pronounced "ants" not "auh-nts", I don't care what Sister Angela Clare said) and uncles to distract him. As a mater of fact, Uncle Rick wanted to order a margarita from John because he said he looked like a waiter at El Coyote. I would have to agree with that. If his guyabera were white, it would be a different matter. He'd look like an old man sitting in the park in "El Centro" of Merida. In either event, he wore his shirt well.
On a side note, some of you may recall that he didn't want to eat his cake at his first birthday party. Things have really changed
since then. As Maureen was cutting the cake (that read "Good Bless Nicholas", go to Nick's blog for details), he'd get little pieces. He liked it so much that he kept on saying, "Cake! Cake!" He knows good cake, Hansen's, when he eats it. Anywho, as you can see, he had a bit of fun with his cake. From the picture, you can see that the shirt is not the only thing that our boy wore. He was running around with frosting on him until his Chinese grandma tracked him down and wiped his face.
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