Baptism, Thanksgiving, long hike.
Abigail had her first halloween this year. She was less than impressed by the 3 trick-or-treaters we greeted here. They all wore the same black outfit/white deathshead combination and their ages ranged from 14 to 23.
Hulking brutes, they were, too.
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Yeah... hulking brutes!
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| Abigail squalled a bit for her baptism. She calmed down once we started singing her Holy Baptismal Lullaby.
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Momma recovers Abigail from the clutches of Christianity.
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| We had to cut a check to help pay for ministerial duties. Abigail's cousin Daniel, on the left, is checking out the play room.
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Get this bible thumpery over with!
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| David rode many grueling miles on his motorbike so he provide the Godfatherly ambiance needed to make Abigail's special, special day seem right.
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Rock on.
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| Abigail is lucky to have two such wonderful godparents. Of course we won't mention their devil-eyes to the preacherlady.
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Spawn of Cthulhu
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| Thought I'd include an artsy shot to demonstrate Abigail recovered from her ordeal.
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Tender babycakes.
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| Before her parents managed to get baby Abigail on any reasonable nap schedule, they resorted to desperate measures in the hope that the girl's displeasure could be overcome. Great lengths were taken and all hopes extinguished as we deployed fans, air compressors and leaf blowers to drown out the volume of our anguish.
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Here's Abigail napping in her grandma's bathroom.
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Abigail and Karl were concerned that her Cousin Daniel was lost. Karl, you may observe, is questioning the Gods as to his whereabouts.
Meanwhile, Daniel toils up the hill off the trail to join the boys and Abigail.
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Sisyphusian trailblazing.
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| Here's the task cousin mountain goat had ahead of him.
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Long and steep.
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| Abigail's cousin JoeJoe is plumb tuckered from all his hiking.
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More like obliquely tuckered.
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