Shortly after the service started she fell asleep in my arms. She slept through the sermon. She slept through the solo. She slept through a hymn. She slept through us walking up to the pulpit, slept through the vows and congergational response. However, she woke up as I handed her to the preacher... and started screaming bloody murder very shortly after that. She screamed through the actual baptism. She screamed through the congergational response. She screamed through being walked around the sanctuary. And she screamed when the preacher brought her back to me, but only for about a minute before she settled back down.
All in all, it's been a good weekend. The teething let up for everyone to be able to enjoy each other without many scream sessions.
(The dress was a gift from good friends in the LBG - the wife of the former high school principal smocked it for her.)