On Saturday we attended a wonderfully happy family event: the christening of little Adam, who was born in February, three months too soon.These days he is what his Uncle Rick, his proud godfather, calls him: "a chunkaccino."
Adam has grown from that skinny little guy in the incubator to a baby who is in the 90th percentile for his weight. When he was born he was a mere 2 pounds, 12 ounces. What a cute baby he is now.
Adam is still kinda sleepy, because he is actually only three months old.
His mother and father were all smiles Saturday as they doted over their little miracle.
Our day was already chronicled on Sunday by my one and only, Ralph, but I wanted to add my 2 cents.
(And I thought Empress Bee would like some cake).
