Our Last First Communicant

Isaac had his First Communion this past weekend. It was a big deal. He had been dreaming of this day for weeks, no months, maybe even years. It is kind of a coming of age thing especially being the youngest in our family. I know how much he was looking forward to it because almost every Sunday, during mass, for the past nine months he has been asking "Can I take it today?", knowing full well the answer was going to be "no, not today". I guess he was hoping I would just look at him one of those times and say "Sure, why not? I won't tell the Pope." It didn't happen that way.

So on Sunday April 30 Isaac willingly dressed in his Sunday best (sans the "tuxedo" he was worried he would have to wear) with his hair properly styled, (the more straight up the bangs the better, it's like 80's hair all over again) and posed for a few pictures before the ceremony.

Learning the art of shoe shining from his dad.



Getting dressed....



Realizing his mom was taking a picture of him while his dad was tucking his shirt in his pants.

Getting that clip-on just right.

Doing whatever it is that dad is doing...

We went outside for some more "official" photographs. Here's our first attempt...

Then Isaac jumped right in and came up with some more interesting poses...

No, I did not pose him in this one either....

Definitely did not pose him in this one either.... had to bite my lip to keep a straight face...




Now this one I did pose him in and he handled it like a true JCPenney model. It's a zinger baby!

Congratulations Isaac!!