This afternoon Rachel and I went to the temple to do baptisms with some friends of ours.
We haven't taken Rachel to the temple yet because we've heard horror stories about the wait times to do baptisms. People were waiting sometimes four hours. We didn't see how it would be possible to coordinate a babysitter for an unknown period of time.
My friend who went with us said she just asked one of the Laurels (a young woman from our congregation between the age of 16 and 18 (or going on 16 these days)) to babysit for their younger kids and since this particular Laurel knew how crowded the temple has been lately they just told her that they didn't know when they'd be back.
That's all well and fine when your youngest is six (as my friend's youngest is).
It's less well and fine when your youngest is one (and still a nursling at that).
Going out—for any reason—is just complicated with babies. So this afternoon I left the kids in Andrew's care and Rachel and I went to the temple (because it's one thing to leave your baby with your husband for however long versus leaving your baby with a stranger for however long; I mean, the baby will still scream but Daddy can handle it).
We lucked out, though, and the baptistry was really quite empty when we got there. We hardly had to wait at all, but soon the waiting room was full so we were glad we got there when we did! We breezed right through.
It was wonderful to get to spend some one-on-one time with Rachel and to visit the baptistry again. I haven't done baptisms for the dead since Andrew and I got married (we went weekly back when we were dating/engaged but then we had other things to do in the temple).
Rachel got to take five family names to be baptized and confirmed for, mostly from my paternal grandmother's side—Naomi Ruth Chason, for example, who was born in Cairo, Georgia (over a hundred years ago)!
I hope Rachel had a wonderful time as well.
It was nice to be in a quiet, distraction-free place for a while where we can sit and soak up stillness and peace and think about our relationship with Heavenly Father.
We haven't taken Rachel to the temple yet because we've heard horror stories about the wait times to do baptisms. People were waiting sometimes four hours. We didn't see how it would be possible to coordinate a babysitter for an unknown period of time.
My friend who went with us said she just asked one of the Laurels (a young woman from our congregation between the age of 16 and 18 (or going on 16 these days)) to babysit for their younger kids and since this particular Laurel knew how crowded the temple has been lately they just told her that they didn't know when they'd be back.
That's all well and fine when your youngest is six (as my friend's youngest is).
It's less well and fine when your youngest is one (and still a nursling at that).
Going out—for any reason—is just complicated with babies. So this afternoon I left the kids in Andrew's care and Rachel and I went to the temple (because it's one thing to leave your baby with your husband for however long versus leaving your baby with a stranger for however long; I mean, the baby will still scream but Daddy can handle it).
We lucked out, though, and the baptistry was really quite empty when we got there. We hardly had to wait at all, but soon the waiting room was full so we were glad we got there when we did! We breezed right through.
It was wonderful to get to spend some one-on-one time with Rachel and to visit the baptistry again. I haven't done baptisms for the dead since Andrew and I got married (we went weekly back when we were dating/engaged but then we had other things to do in the temple).
Rachel got to take five family names to be baptized and confirmed for, mostly from my paternal grandmother's side—Naomi Ruth Chason, for example, who was born in Cairo, Georgia (over a hundred years ago)!
I hope Rachel had a wonderful time as well.
It was nice to be in a quiet, distraction-free place for a while where we can sit and soak up stillness and peace and think about our relationship with Heavenly Father.
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