Douglas had a very good week. Last Sunday, he was baptized, with my family coming from Minnesota to see it. On Monday, he turned two months old. On Friday, he had his two-month pediatrician appointment. And today, he went to Busch Stadium for the first time as he celebrated the Cardinals’ World Series victory.
The baptism last Sunday wasn’t his actual baptism. He was actually baptized a couple months ago when he was one day old, the night before his major surgery. That was a quick, private affair, with just the pastor, Douglas, and Douglas’s parents and grandparents. This time was a chance to introduce Douglas to the church. Additionally, my’s family came down from Minnesota. Although my parents have been down to St. Louis many times, and my sister, Annell, came down while Douglas was in the hospital, this was the first time since our wedding for Annell’s husband and kids to come down.
We had a great time with my family, and my sister’s kids were so excited to meet their cousin. We took them to a lot of great places in St. Louis for children, including Grant’s Farm and the City Museum. We had a blast, and it was amazing watching my father scamper around at the City Museum. We also celebrated my mother’s birthday on a dinner cruise on a riverboat on the Mississippi River.
Friday’s appointment with the pediatrician went very well. Douglas is now 12 lbs 4 oz, so he’s growing very well. His length and head circumference are also both increasing as expected. He also got all of his necessary vaccinations. He wasn’t happy with them, of course, but he didn’t have the negative side effects that some kids have.
Finally, we went to the Cardinals’ rally at the new Busch Stadium, celebrating their shocking victory in the World Series. It was a great week for us that way, too, and we’ve been wearing lots of red. Douglas was ok with the loudness at the stadium, but Mommy and Daddy had a lot of fun cheering on our team.
One final fun note: in a bizarre coincidence, tomorrow I will be exactly half as old as my father, and today Jenny is exactly half as old as my mother. It doesn’t mean anything at all, but I think it’s funny.