All Gods Chillun's

We did an overnighter in Albany for the weekend. The reason was our two eldest grand children were having their first communion on Sunday. Now I'm not a Roman Catholic, nor ever have been. I was dragged up in a good old Presbyterian family, but these two little tackers have a nun for an aunty & go to a fairly high end Catholic school, so I guess it really was an inevitability to happen. We took the little dog with us. Aside from distinguishing herself by peeing on the carpet, (shock horror) I don't think she particularly enjoyed herself. Two male Shi Tzu's are bit over the top don't you think? She sorted them out eventually though. Our morning walk was a bit of a mixed bag though. We went a lot earlier than usual. You have to there a bit, because of the traffic. The biggest thing I noticed was how built up it all was. Nowhere at all for a little dog to look for where other dogs had posted their presence. And it was raining. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the walk in spite of it all.

I enjoyed horsing around in the pool with the kids too. Rather belatedly, I remembered how long it has been since i have had a sore back. You know, you have so much going on in your life that an old acquaintance like a sore back can just slip away unnoticed & ride off into the sunset. That is until you are horsing around in the pool with the grandy's & come up with the bright idea of getting them to stand on your shoulders & balance there while you walk around the pool. Awesome fun at the time for all of us, but I woke up this morning thinking, " I've got a sore back... Damn its a long time since I've had a sore back." I don't mind, its gone now & I really enjoy my time with those two kids. We get on really well & have a lot of fun.

Anyway, Sunday morning rolled around with all the inevitability of a downhill steamroller race. The kids looked positively edible don't you think?
Ok, so we all raced off to church & amidst lots of standing up & sitting down, strange (to me anyway) rituals & some exceptionally good music from a very competent youth orchestra & choir, we got to see our little darlings walk solemnly up the aisle with their hands clasped in front of them & partake of their first communion. Although I'm no longer a practicing christian & its been more years than I care to remember since I actually took communion, I still remember the mystical feeling it involves, so it was a very nostalgic feeling watching them. They had a very proud Grandma as well don't you think ?