Last Sunday we had a big event--TRC got baptized. (For those of you who don't know, Mormons don't get baptized until 8 years old at the earliest. Doctrinally, we believe children younger than 8 are innocent and incapable of sinning. (Long story short)) He's been really excited for this for quite some time, and it was nice to see how seriously he took it all.
I look at him and see a lot of myself there. He's a real perfectionist with things that are important to him, but kind of loosey goosey with things that aren't. (Get him going about the pro's and con's of various types of Beyblades, and he can talk all day. But try getting him to practice the piano some days. I'm the same way. When I get into something, I forget anything else exists. If I'm not into it, it can be a struggle to stay focused on it. I think this runs in my family genes. Particularly in the men.)
Anyway, we had a really good turnout for the baptism--somewhere in the range of a 100 people or so, I'd guess. (Another of TRC's friends was baptized the same day, which helped make the crowd bigger.) I performed the baptism myself. Very proud of my boy and the way he chooses to live his life. He's a very good kid.
In other news, we went exploring some over the weekend. Off to Popham Beach and Fort Popham. (Did you know they had Civil War forts up in Maine? Well they did.) Much fun was had by all--we had family in town for the weekend. Here's a smattering of pictures for you. And now, I must get back to work.