Yesterday was the first day I have ever gotten “the look.” You all know what “the look” is. Everybody has given “the look” to parents of a crying baby in the past, as have I.

It was the day of our sweet baby’s baptism into the Catholic Church. If you have been following our journey, you know that this was a special day for us, because we had some tough days at the beginning. Baby Barbara looked fantastic in her white gown, and we had family in town from both Chicago and California.

When your baby screams in the middle of the sermon, you’re going to get “the look.” Some people stared with a smile. Others just stared.

When I was growing up, I remember seeing moms and dads taking walking their crying babies to the back of the church when they acted up.

This was our baby’s first public appearance (aside from the US Weekly cover story) and we made some mistakes….we sat near the front of the church, on the center aisle. We didn’t know better…we’re rookies at bringing a baby to a public place. When Babs started crying, I had to walk all the way to the back of the church, down the center aisle. Every single person in the church saw us, and gave us “the look.”

Did I care? No. If you don’t have kids, you’ll realize someday that nothing matters more than comforting your baby, and that is what I was going to do. After rocking, gliding, and doing squats (I looked like a fool) with her in my arms, Barbara Anne fell asleep. She slept the rest of the mass, and through most of the baptism, until water was poured on her head. But who wouldn’t start crying then?

I also had the opportunity to live the lifelong Catholic dream of receiving communion by my mouth. My hands were preoccupied with my sleeping baby, so I had no other choice. It was glorious.

After the baptism we went home, and with family and good friends in attendance, we had the first party of Baby Barbara’s life. Go Barbara Go.

Two Catholics.