Emma, Jesus. Jesus, Emma.

This past weekend someone has (yet again) entrusted the spiritual growth of their child to my care. Seriously, what are these people thinking? Have they met me?!? I believe a simple statement paraphrases my feelings on the occasion: Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!

Emma, my new Goddaughter, meeting the big J.C.


To commemorate the occasion, cake was in order.
(This cake was actually three times the size of the baby, as dictated by Catholic Cannon Law)

Sooooo ... any suggestions as to how I should handle my new responsibility?!? Hmmmm, on second thought, I'm sure I'll think of plenty of ways to warp her myself. Let the nerdening begin...