Pink champagne and balloons

I thought I would be full of blogging content this evening, virtually over spilling with amusing tales. However sitting in the passenger seat whilst he who helped create them drives the long journey back from the north to south all I can do is reflect on what a fabulous day I have had. 

We have been at a christening, and for anyone who doesn’t know how my little angels usually approach religious ceremonies please click here to catch up.  However my children were only guilty of award winning behaviour, and to disappoint me further all the children at the church were fantastically well behaved, including my beautiful new god daughter ‘terrific toddler’.

We had a few scary moments when twin boy had to leave the security of my lap in church to go and sit with the commoners as I performed my god motherly duties;  he threatened to collapse into a loud hysteria filled tantrum. Seeing the signs (mouth open, eyes screwed tight, lungs filling with air to gain extra volume for the yelling) I quickly managed to avert disaster by promising a fruit bar.  I also managed to not fall over in my rarely used heels as I walked/stumbled back to my super size bag which contained the world and its belongings, retrieved the bar and then abandoned the child on his uncle.

 Other disasters included almost passing out during the crucial font time as my ultra tight underwear (had to at least pretend diet is going well) gave me no room to breathe and promise to cast out the devil at the same time.

Beautiful baby got a little irritable when she realised the ceremony was right in the middle of when she is usually settled in a pitch black room with soft music playing having a nap.  I felt for her as it is hard when you realise for the first time that the world doesn’t resolve around you!  However he who helped create them worked his magic by avoiding over tired howling cries by cunningly convincing her that his knuckle was a breast and letting her suck all the skin from his finger.

Terrific toddler took her dunking with style, she tried to instantly correct her hair therefore suggesting she will be one sophisticated lady when she grows up.  The vicar also managed to increase my children’s standing with the big man upstairs by playfully splashing them with holy water from the font.

At least I think he was being playful unless he knew something I didn’t and was trying to wash away their sin!

 Following church we continued on for the after party, and again I groaned inwardly as I entered the bar as no humorous blog content would be found in this room.  With presents on the tables for people under 4 feet tall, a disco in the corner, the smell of a sunday roast wafting in the room and a balloon modeller and best of all pink champers at the door this was truly children (and mummy) heaven. 

Twin girl was on for a gold medal at musical bumps until distracted by twin boy but she was content with silver. Twin boy managed to find a place to hang every spare balloon he found on his body and beautiful baby just beamed at all the relatives forming an orderly line for a cuddle.

The whole day was, as we say up north, absolutely smashing. Topped off with a slightly tipsy aunty telling us about her love of The Killers and their popular tune Mr Darkside. 

In fact the day was such a success it fills me with even more trepidation about baby beautiful’s christening, there is no way my three can repeat such lovely behaviour, watch this space……

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