Helena Who?

So on Helena's Baptism morning, she did what any normal baby would do- on the ride to the church she spit up ALL over her beautiful outfit. She had the booties, the adorable bib and the little heirloom dress with a matching sweater and in 10 seconds it was soaked- all of it.

Luckily, I had a change of clothes. But it was a white footed one piece so as Helena was up on the alter she was the one baby who looked like her mom woke up, rolled out of bed and decided today was the day to Baptize her child.

As we arrived at the church, I headed right for the bathroom for a changing table. Being a church, the first person who walks in offers support.

"Do you need any help?"

I wouldn't even know where to begin.

The second person who walks in is a little old lady. Church Lady #1, if you will.

"OH look at this precious little baby, look at her! What's her name?"

"Helena."

"Katrina?"

"No no, He-lee-na."

"Selena?"

"No no, with an H, HEH-LEE-NA."

"OOh, Elaina. How old is she?"

"Two months."

"Oh she's just precious"

At this point she walks into the stall as Church Lady #2 enters the bathroom. She just oh's and ah's and heads to the stall but in the mean time Church Lady #1 becomes my spokes person.

Church Lady #2 "That baby is adorable, what's her name?"

Church Lady #1 (shouting from the neighboring stall) "Elaina and she's four months old, isn't she precious?"

Church Lady #2 "Oh my yes."

Oh my indeed.