My Little Nephew - wait, I've got two now. Er, how to distinguish them? I suppose I'll have to start calling him Little Nephew 1. OK. Little Nephew 1 was christened the weekend after my birthday. The bloke and I were in attendance, of course, and the bloke had to stand in for one of the godfathers, who couldn't be there because he was stuck in Afghanistan, which as far as excuses go is a pretty good one. So he had to pretend to be Catholic for an hour and a half, with a hangover, a task made the more difficult by the amount of incense that seems to get waved around during mass. I don't remember that from my childhood. I guess incense doesn't burn so well in tropical climates? Does incense go mouldy?
Anyway, here are some photos from Little Nephew 1's Official Naming Day. (NB: "Little Nephew 1" is not his real name.)

With Granddad

With Friend, who is also 3 and also Nigerian/white

Clinking glasses with Godfather while Uncle looks on

Opening presents with Daddy

More presents with Granny & Mummy

Anyway, here are some photos from Little Nephew 1's Official Naming Day. (NB: "Little Nephew 1" is not his real name.)

With Granddad

With Friend, who is also 3 and also Nigerian/white

Clinking glasses with Godfather while Uncle looks on

Opening presents with Daddy

More presents with Granny & Mummy

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I have two younger brothers, who I used to refer to as my little brother and my tiny brother until the tiny brother turned out tall and broad-shouldered and started working as a part-time bouncer, which caused my friends to make 'waitaminute, there's an even bigger one out there?' faces when I introduced him.
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If my parents hadn't stopped after providing me with two brothers, then judging by the sibling-height curve we've got so far, the next one would have been unable to fit into normal-sized rooms.
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Ugh, hangovers and incense are the later years of me being a teenager. That and all the kneeling and sitting and standing combined are not funtimes. Urgh.
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The thing about being stand-in godparents was that we had to be in the front row, so we had to keep turning round to take our cues for the kneeling/sitting/standing business. Terribly embarrassing. Also, the singing! Some of those hymns are interminable! I swear we sang one that had about 18 verses.
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I think the numbering system is a very good plan. I have Eldest Niece, Middle Niece, Youngest Niece and Niece-in-law and I am not quite sure what I am going to do if any more nieces arrive (other than grin and start plotting which books I will buy for them once they are old enough to read...)
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