Wednesday, June 27, 2007

First Comes Love...

So like most evenings out with a toddler, the wedding of my sweet brother-in-law to the even sweeter bride O. was jam packed with the never-ending excitement of messes, owies, mischievous behavior and abbreviated conversations that characterize social functions with kids. Miss Petunia began her adventure with a white dress and her signature Mardi gras beads while Sir Juj, the ring bearer along with cousin Ko, began his night with a white shirt, although he did ask if I could cut the collar off before we left.

The service was led by a circuit court judge in a kilt and the maids and men of honor marched arm and arm down the isle to the sound of bagpipes. I wish my powers of observation were stronger here, but I was distracted my the Pet and her insistent plea of "out!." We wrestled her down and gave her a drink and a few toys which kept her quiet for like 2 seconds until she screamed out "MINE" in a shrill toddler voice over the quiet whispers of the exchanging of the vows. Luckily the service clipped along nicely and she soon caught up with the boys and their honey (see last post). Although there were many people I would have loved to chat with, I followed a group of nicely dressed 2-4 footers through the halls of the hotel, stopping at the vending machine for snacks (the hor’s d’oeuvres were made of unrecognizable substances to the under 10 set) then on to watching them crawl around like kitties and horses in the swooning room. I gulped down a glass of red wine in relative isolation of the anteroom, but then came dinner in the ballroom with the rest of society.

The boys began their dining experience by slamming a dozen or so little cupletts of half and half and egged the Pet to do so to. Juj sat next to Ko and took him on as an apprentice in his alchemy work, making concoctions of water, pepper, cream, beer, tic tacs and candle wax, while the Pet and a baby at another table threw spoons, fruit and napkins at each other. Needless to say, our dinner was far from relaxing, and other than hearing a killer speech from the bridesmaid, I didn’t register much other than myself saying "stop playing in the candle wax Juj", "Stop putting tic tacs in the cake Juj", "Eat something other than candy Juj", "Get up off the floor Juj," and so on. So, before the chocolate wedding cake was cut and before Ko could use Juj’s white shirt as a napkin for the chocolate wedding cake, Little Petunia grew tired and heavy in papa’s arms. Upon transfer to the front carrier in which I though she would sleep peacefully and let me pretend for a few moments that I was a normal adult again, she woke up, burped and then threw up creamer and watermelon all over me and her nice white dress. So, to the bride and groom, love and good wishes... but be sure to enjoy this time before you belong to the puke, owie, broken record, go home early club that comes with those sweet, little urchins we call kids!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

what a tale to be told, a grand time was had by most. what is wedding without a little regurge?? did it smell like miller lite?