Into the fold

My family, love 'em, are mutts. As X and E will tell you, there's not a thing wrong with that. But the truth is that though we've kept pretty good track of everyone, my ancestry is both a genetic and geographic kaleidoscope. This is why I find J's MD clan to be so interesting. These guys just hopped off the boat a few hundred years ago, picked out a nice spot, and...stayed there.
This is why when you go to the county J grew up in, you will find his last name plastered up all over everything. J's grocery, J's auto body repair, J's fruit stand. It is why the local library has a whole room dedicated to J's family in the genealogy wing, and why, I am told, you have to be very careful who you date if you grow up there. These tenacious people have been getting baptized at the same church (where the priest happens to share J's exact name) for many a generation.
I think it's pretty lucky for Little One to be related to the mutts. We're cool. But I also think it's pretty neat that She has, by way of J, such deep roots, and can be part of such a steadfast tradition. So we bundled up Little One and Her immortal soul and brought Her out for a baptism and a little party with the family. Which we are going to tell you all about, with the theme song of the day. Let's imagine it with a kind of gospel-y swing to it, k? Here we go:

doo doo doo doooo doot.

It's my party, and I'll CRY if I want to

CRY if I want to

CRY if I want to

You would cry too, if it happened toooooo you!


doo__________ doo__________ doo


doooooooooo


doot!