All About Andrew: Drew's first Easter

Baby's first Easter basket

We really wanted to attend a church service Easter morning, since we haven't been since Drew was born. Showing up at TWUMC for the first time seemed like it might be a bit overwhelming since Drew is destined to be a rock star welcomed by many of the 8,000 members who already love him, so we had tentatively planned to go undercover to Easter at the Pavilion with (gasp!) the Baptists.

However, Drew must be really serious about his Wesleyan theology and have objections to the idea that he was predestined to worship with Calvinists on his first Easter, since he did everything in his power to prevent us from going out Easter morning. He cried inconsolably almost the entire night before, and by inconsolably, I mean that Jim and I were both up with him at all hours. That's saying something, since we've been pretty good at taking the nights in shifts, and I usually feel very confident to just walk him around during an extreme crying fit and let Jim sleep. But there was no sleeping for anyone in the house (or the neighborhood for that matter) during this one, so we were both up taking turns all night. At about 6:30 AM we decided that we didn't want to get up (notice I didn't say wake up!) and begin the long process of getting the family ready to attend church, so we rolled over and got a little bit of sleep. It gave the notion of an "Easter vigil" a whole new meaning.

When we finally did get up and begin slowly moving around, Jim was greeting the day of our Lord's Resurrection by changing a poopy diaper. I was in the bathroom when I heard him cry out: "Whoa! Code Brown! Code Brown! We need some help here!" Drew had apparently decided not to wait for a new diaper to fill with poop and instead initiated Jim (and the changing pad, and the dresser, and the carpet) into the world of "projectile poop" between diapers. Our friend Jonathan Breazeale, father of two boys, had warned us this would happen at some point, but it was amazing to see it in action. If there's an equivalent event to the "long jump" in the baby Olympics, Drew has a real future as a competitor. We're fielding calls from sponsors this week.

On a more serious note, we did have a lovely Easter afternoon at my grandmother's house in Houston. Ever since I can remember I've spent Easter afternoon in her backyard hunting eggs after church, and it was wonderful to bring my son to her house for the first time and show him around and tell him about all the egg-hunting adventures he has to look forward to there. Jim's sister Ann and brother-in-law Daniel joined us too, as did my mom, the soon-to-be-retired-librarian formerly known as Kay (now Grammy.) We had a great lunch, Easter treats, and a beautiful afternoon in the backyard before heading back to The Woodlands again. Here are some of the highlights: