Luc is no longer a pagan baby dancing in the woods and paying unholy tributes of curdled milk and gelatinous drool to scantily-clad forest nymphs. Yesterday, at his baptism, I and assorted godparents and family collectively rejected evil and the glamour of sin on his behalf, while he busily sucked on his pacifier.Joel couldn’t make …

The little one has just discovered that phones can also be cameras! (So insists his rabidly adoring mom.) No cake or candles yet, but he doesn’t mind. Tomorrow is his baptism, and afterwards, we will all repair to a Chinese restaurant and stuff ourselves silly. He’ll be wearing a shiny off-white baby barong, shiny shorts …