First Communion
Here's the promise to any of you who are tiring of the First Communion discussion: after this, no more, ever, cause there's only the one child, and he's now gotten through the process. After this, just books and knitting. No kidding. Really. I'm pretty sure.
For the rest of you -- and you know who you are -- we have The Report.
Here it is:
All Went Well.
Goodbye.
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Oh, all right, all right, I was kidding. We've got pictures, even, though not quite as many as we thought, on account of the digital camera has apparently entered some new phase of its existence which involves telling us there are pictures but putting them in some dimension to which we have no access.
Here's the lovely altar of the church, all dressed up for the Easter season (we do better at Easter than we do at Christmas, for reasons I don't know):
And here's a shot of some of the Pew Labeling Banners. Notice that NONE are in the process of being an Occasion of Sin. Some are a bit fancier than others, sure, but none of them are ruining little girls' dresses, or blocking the entrance to the pews. None of them look like the moms had hysterics putting them together. Yay! What a well-behaved parish!
And here's a shot of some of the serious and pious First Communicants, headed towards their families. It's their job to walk decorously, in some order which has been explained to them but I don't know, cause I wasn't in on that, all the way down the aisle, till they get to the pew where the people they recognize are sitting, and then sit down. This is very difficult. The things you can get wrong are: 1) you can walk too fast; 2) you can miss your family entirely and end up at the altar by mistake; 3) you can fail to sit down in your appointed seat, and stand in the aisle cause you're so excited. You are, after all, only seven years old:
Our child was well behaved and darling, and enjoyed his Deck Gathering With Food very much, though he spent most of it inside on the computer, playing games with his best friend, who was one of the guests.
And then we had a little fit -- but just a little one -- and went to bed early.
We are, after all, only seven years old.
For the rest of you -- and you know who you are -- we have The Report.
Here it is:
All Went Well.
Goodbye.
****************************************
Oh, all right, all right, I was kidding. We've got pictures, even, though not quite as many as we thought, on account of the digital camera has apparently entered some new phase of its existence which involves telling us there are pictures but putting them in some dimension to which we have no access.
Here's the lovely altar of the church, all dressed up for the Easter season (we do better at Easter than we do at Christmas, for reasons I don't know):
And here's a shot of some of the Pew Labeling Banners. Notice that NONE are in the process of being an Occasion of Sin. Some are a bit fancier than others, sure, but none of them are ruining little girls' dresses, or blocking the entrance to the pews. None of them look like the moms had hysterics putting them together. Yay! What a well-behaved parish!
And here's a shot of some of the serious and pious First Communicants, headed towards their families. It's their job to walk decorously, in some order which has been explained to them but I don't know, cause I wasn't in on that, all the way down the aisle, till they get to the pew where the people they recognize are sitting, and then sit down. This is very difficult. The things you can get wrong are: 1) you can walk too fast; 2) you can miss your family entirely and end up at the altar by mistake; 3) you can fail to sit down in your appointed seat, and stand in the aisle cause you're so excited. You are, after all, only seven years old:
Our child was well behaved and darling, and enjoyed his Deck Gathering With Food very much, though he spent most of it inside on the computer, playing games with his best friend, who was one of the guests.
And then we had a little fit -- but just a little one -- and went to bed early.
We are, after all, only seven years old.
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