Me and my Mommy arriving at the post-Baptism hootenanny. 

Thoroughly enjoying my after-party. 

There were some new faces at the party, but I still kept close to two of my most frequent dining partners. 

Mommy shows me how things can be made to work. 

Starting to get pissed about being followed around with a camera all the time.  

I empathize with most of my interlocutors. 

I've learned to discreetly clean my mouth once I am done eating.  

Holding my breath until I get my way. 

I have spaces between my teeth, courtesy of my Daddy's genes. 

There was plenty of good conversation all around the table. 

I try to listen respectfully to others' points of view.  

Here I am caught in a transparent attempt to conceal my mishievous nature with the nearest, most convenient object, while my favorite pastel-blue doll - which was given to me by my favorite cousin Melaina, I might add - looks on indifferently. 

It looks like I'm learning how to dance Catalan Sardanas, but that's even simpler than standing up, and in reality I'm just trying to concentrate on getting from A to B without needing intermediaries. 

I was mad. I don't remember why - but it should never be allowed to happen, ever. 

They had a great open-air deck in our room at the restaurant, so I was able to indulge in a little play time after the ecclesiastical formality of the morning. 

At one point, climbing through the fence and going for a swim in the Mediterranean seemed a viable option. 

Everybody seems to be very apprehensive about what I might do next. 

I eat a spoon beneath Auntie Inma's vigilant gaze. 

I successfully resist the urge to set the stork aflame with the pyrotechnics adorning my cake. 

On my way to becoming a paid-in-full Child of God. 

Calling the meeting to order and giving my thoughts on baptism in the third millenium. 

The younger generation of girls in the clan with Daddy thrown into the mix. 

Gathering outside the church to head down to the port for a yummy post-event lunch. 

Everybody was very pleased with my considerate behavior. 

The whole ceremony left me looking to the heavens for meaning.