Now I’m not one for dressing up and doing the whole big events thing, especially with Zara in tow but last weekend we were invited to a christening of a baby of some close friends. My husband was to be godfather so even though I’m not religious it still meant a trip to church and a party afterwards.

Now I should have known the night before that it wasn’t going to go exactly to plan, Zara had been awake and screaming between 9pm and 4am non stop, dreaded teething and a temperature of 39.7 were not really how I planned to spend Saturday night but at 4am she finally fell asleep for a few hours and hubby and I collapsed into an exhausted slumber.

Cue the morning of the Christening and despite our comatose states we managed to get dressed and ready for going out and we scrubbed up pretty well if I do say so myself :)

Daddy and Zara do posh!

We arrived at the church on time and settled down into our seats, with people exclaiming over how cute Zara looked as she sat there taking it all in. The priest (or whatever a catholic minister is called) appeared and the service began and not 20 seconds in, Zara decided she was bored and cue tantrums. I left my husband to do his godfatherly duties and legged it out of the church (well as fast as an 8 month harrassed pregnant woman can go with a squealing 14 month old in her arms) and we spent the rest of the service doing a tour of the graveyard in the buggy. So hopefully we didn’t disturb too much of the church service :)

And then on to the party, by this time of course Zara was getting very tired but we decided to press on as we didn’t want to just vanish straight away. We sat down, had some buffet and then the father of the christened baby came to sit and chat with us, putting his pint of lager on the table. Oh yes, you can guess correctly exactly what happened then. Zara reached out and knocked the pint all over the poor man :( So he had to spend the rest of his son’s christening party in a wet suit.

Needless to say we begged a hasty exit and got home as fast as we could where mummy, daddy and Zara all had a well deserved nap.

Moral of this story – do not EVER invite us to attend a posh event as we will cause chaos! :)