Baptism + stomach flu = not a fun day

While typically I enjoy my relationship with my plumbing, Sunday was not so enjoyable. I suffered from the stomach flu (which hit me during Gospel Doctrine). I prayed that it would subside long enough to enjoy Mr. Fantastic's baptism and that prayer was answered. During the baptism I felt 100% better. But as soon as I left the chapel to go get some "light refreshments", instead of turning toward the kitchen, I beelined straight to the bathroom again. Not fun. And I spent much of the rest of the day in my own bathroom or bed. Barfing just isn't fun.

But this isn't the purpose for this post. I wanted to share a few of the highlights of Mr. Fantastic's big day.

All week long it was one thing after another trying to keep the Spirit in our home. Satan was obviously at work extra hard trying to get us to cancel this big day. But we prevailed! Mr. Fantastic had a wonderful weekend! We went to the pumpkin patch on Saturday with Grammy & Papa and then went out to dinner and also swimming at the hotel. The kids had a great time and even said (on the way to the hotel), "Mom, this was the best, most fun day ever! We got to go to McDonald's for lunch and then to the pumpkin patch and then out to dinner and now we get to go swimming! It's just awesome!" And I agree, it was a lot of fun!

Then on Sunday morning we were all running late - which is totally unlike us. But all the kids' church clothes were pressed and we were out the door for our church meetings.

After a wonderful primary program, which I think all the kids (not just mine) did a great job, classes were held as I prepared for the baptism. Then the baptism took place after church.

My dad spoke on baptism and related it to a baseball team & how now Mr. Fantastic is part of Jesus' team.

Then after the baptism, which Mr. Fantastic had to be dunked twice because Popeye forgot to say 'amen' the first time, my mom spoke on the gift of the Holy Ghost. And then Mr. Fantastic was confirmed a member of the Church. In the blessing I was especially touched by something Popeye said. He told Mr. Fantastic that the angels in heaven that are assigned to him were rejoicing because of his decision. Now, when Mr. Fantastic got sick over 5 years ago, he was given several blessings. In one of them he was told that angels were assigned to him to protect him. I was just touched that those angels are still with him, 5 years later.

So, Mr. Fantastic had a good day. I had a good day during the baptism, which I am eternally grateful for, and I'm so glad that some of our family members were able to come and participate.

Mr. Fantastic had handed out over 30 invitations to friends at school, and while some of them said that they would come, not one came. And Mr. Fantastic had been praying all week that one of Popeye's coworkers (who has been asking a lot of questions about the Church) would be able to come - wasn't able to make it, either. When we got home from church, Mr. Fantastic said, "I hate Satan! He stopped all of my friends and Trooper D from coming to my baptism!"

You know what? I hate Satan, too.

I'm feeling better today. Princess Monkey Eyes is feeling better today. Mr. Fantastic stayed home today from school with whatever we had, but is starting to feel a little better. Popeye called in sick tonight because he's not feeling well, either. But we're in good spirits and for now, all is well.

Here are some pics from Mr. F's baptism (and just for Maureen, I'm including a pic with me in it)!!