Everyone hustled up to Utica, N.Y. last weekend for Andre's christening at the Polish church where pretty much everyone in TR's family was either married, baptized or buried.
Andre was a little crabby all weekend, which is out of character for him. Methinks it's because someone didn't burp him after feeding him in the car up. No burping = the joy of colic!
How many grandmothers does it take to dress and infant?
Andre et La Madre. She left a few strands of pearls at home.
The hat made Andre look like Dom Deluise.
Andrew, Pere et moi. Pere flew in from California!
And Sadie! This is Andre's great-grandmother who cooked an amazing kielbasa dinner for about 12 people and let us all crash at her house. Thanks!
