Karl finally compiled his 8,000 photos from our summer trip. The key image, of me in the teeter-tottery, baby-size baptismal font, is here.

Peter and I were just in Amsterdam for a wedding of our friends Ta-MAR-a (not TAM-ara, Queen of Astoria) and John, and we were walking toward the church. Peter’s 4-year-old nephew, Finn, tugged on Saskia’s arm. “Mom,” he asked, “is Tamara going to get in the big bucket?”

I didn’t realize my baptism (which was clearly explained to Finn as being only for the sake of my getting married) had such an effect on the little tyke. Must’ve been the highlight of his summer vacation, as well as mine.