7 posts tagged “wedding”
I don't know how, but I managed to pick up a really bad sinus cold this weekend. And now The Boy has it, too. It's the second cold I've passed on to him. It's only fair, I guess. Lord knows he's given me a lot worse!
Yesterday was my friend Todd's wedding. It was outdoors. In Florida. In the beginning of July. Is there any wonder, then, that The Boy was bright red (even though I kept him in the shade)? He was just really hot. He survived it splendidly, though. I constantly fed him ice water while we were outside, and after just a few minutes inside, he was back to his normal color.
Anyway, he was very well-behaved throughout the ceremony and reception. My husband was told (again) that we need to get The Boy into modeling. I just don't think it's a good scene, really. There's just too much pressure for a little kid, you know? But I told Chris that I wouldn't be opposed to sending in his picture for a Parents Magazine contest. Even then, though, I don't know that I could handle the rejection. He wouldn't care, but I'd be all sorts of annoyed.
We left just after the cake cutting. The Boy was getting tired (it was bedtime, after all). I put him into his pajamas before we left, and he (thankfully) dozed off within minutes of getting into the car. Once we got home (it was an hour drive), I only needed to gently get him from his car seat and deposit him into his crib. He protested a little when I lifted him from his seat, but he seemed grateful to be able to stretch out in bed.
My friend Bekki told me the most exciting news on Friday when we went to their house... She and her husband are expecting a little bundle of happiness sometime in January! I'm so excited, words can't begin to describe. For as long as I've known them, the two of them have repeatedly said that they're not interested in having children. And even after The Boy was born, she was still disinterested. But now she's pregnant! And I'm incredibly stoked for her.
So, The Boy has had an eventful weekend. Friday was a trip to IKEA and an afternoon at Aunt Bekki's and Uncle Doug's where he repeatedly climbed up the stairs (I'm still trying to teach him how to crawl down) and chased their cat - even tracking her under the couch! Chris was feeling poorly, so he took The Boy home while I went with our friends to Todd's rehearsal dinner. (And there was no fuss going down for a late nap, eating dinner, taking vitamins, or any other part of the bedtime routine.) Someone from the bride's side asked me where my husband and child were, and I told them that Chris took him home and put him down. I then added that tuck-in time is one of my favorite parts of the day, but that I was glad to have a night off from being Mom.
Then Saturday was the wedding. I don't want to talk about it. Suffice it to say that I kept The Boy amused throughout the ceremony by blowing bubbles while he fanned them away from him. I wish I had a video camera or asked someone to take pictures because it really was adorable. Oh, and my little cheese connosieur really liked port wine cheese.
Actually, there is one notable thing that happened during the reception. Any time we let The Boy wander on his own, he would make a beeline for either Uncle Doug or Uncle Lipman. It was the funniest thing. He wanted either Uncle Doug or Uncle Lipman to hold him, which is not usual at all. He was also happy going to Aunt Bekki (though I'm putting a stop to that very soon because she's not used to picking up 24 pounds of squirminess - and I'm going to make sure she gets the kid-glove treatment during this first pregnancy) and Mommy and Daddy, of course, but when left to his own devices, he sought out Uncle Doug.
Today, I made him sleep in until 7 (I wanted to sleep in), then reluctantly plucked him out of bed and began our day. Save an hour morning nap and an hour afternoon nap, he was going non-stop for the entire day. It was constant jabbering, constant running, constant playing... I took naps while he napped and still couldn't keep up with him. (Never mind the sinus cold handicap. I still think I ought to be able to keep up with an almost-15-month-old!)
Anyway, a part of me is glad to be heading back to work tomorrow. I need the rest.
What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?
The last wedding I went to was my sister-in-law's wedding this past December. I was 5 months pregnant and showing fairly well, so I think Chris and I received as many congratulatory greetings as the new bride and groom.
I wasn't in the wedding, exactly; she asked both my husband and me to read. (Chris, however, was in the wedding as a last-minute replacement for one of her bridesmaids. Between straightening her train, reading, and all the other parading, I think he ended up doing more work than the Maid of Honor.)
One year ago today, my husband and I were married... and life hasn't been the same since. Marriage agrees with us, I think, but Chris and I were together for so long before our engagement, it's not like life became dramatically different. No, that happened about eight months ago when we found out we were expecting.
And now, Baby C is 10 days old. It will never be "just the two of us" again. :-)
What were you doing one year ago today?
Submitted by CassandraMorgan.
I can't say for absolute certain what I was doing a year ago today, per se, but I do remember this week last year very well. This was the week our friends Chris and Staci were getting married, which was also the weekend I was going back home to LA-la land for my mother's 60th birthday party (and my surprise bridal shower the following day). It also meant I would be getting married, myself, in the next four weeks, so there were a host of things that still needed to get done, like setting up the nail appointments for my bridal party (part of my gift to them) and hair appointments for my sister, my older niece, my mother, and me.
This week last year I was also chasing contracts from various vendors and laying low to avoid the radar because the Evil Empire took over the old regime at the beginning of the month and there was little likelihood my department would escape unscathed. At the same time, at work, I was surreptitiously working on the design of and typing content for our wedding program, and printing it out there at the office. My co-workers were also helping me finalize the design on the program, and I was spending evenings making place cards, writing thank you notes, and/or folding card stock.
[sigh] Good times.
What's the first image that comes up when you Google your name?
This is the only picture that comes up when I Google my name in Images. If I Google my name in the regular search bar, the first thing that pops up is my Top Line Creations website.
I'm glad this is the only image that pops up with my name, to be honest. It's actually of me and my husband at our wedding, taken by our good friend Lipman. (I was so skinny and not pregnant then!) It's actually on his Flicker site, along with a whole bunch of other pictures from our wedding.
Show us an unforgettable memory from 2006.
By far, the most unforgettable event for me in 2006 was our April wedding in Lexington, Kentucky. It was everything I could have hoped it would be (and then some), and more than I could have ever imagined. Most of my childhood friends were able to come to the wedding, and my mother really pulled out all the stops in making my dress and having the attire for my nieces (flower girls) and my husband and his groomsmen made - all embroidered with our initials (designed by my husband, of course). Never in a million years would I have envisioned wearing a bridal gown with a 6-foot train!
Our reception was an absolute blast. Chris and I painstakingly attended to every detail imaginable, and we still had fun doing it. We found an incredible DJ, a wonderful baker, and we were lucky enough to have the Marriott Griffin Gate in Lexington available to us when we made our plans. The dance floor was never empty the entire night, the bartenders were always busy (as evidenced by our bar tab!), and we stayed in the ballroom until the very last moment! I have to say I was a little nervous about having a reception as long as ours (dinner was served at 4:30, extra desserts were brought out around 7:30, and we didn't leave until 11!), but it worked out beautifully.
Of course, I think one of the things that our guests will never forget was during the ceremony itself. During the sermon, as the priest was talking about our wedding bands and what they symbolize, the poor man held up the wrong finger.
Truly an unforgettable moment!
What are your superstitions?
Submitted by lazywong.
Ooooooh, I have a lot of superstitions. The crazy thing is that I think I've picked them up from my grandmother (on my dad's side) because my parents aren't superstitious and my mother's family isn't superstitious at all.
I suppose it depends on the occasion, because there are so many superstitions that are dependent upon different events. My poor husband got to hear about all the wedding ones when we were planning our wedding, some of which I wisely ignored (pearls on your wedding day, for example, mean that you'll spend most of your married life in tears, unless it's balanced out by a good deal of crystals or diamonds - which represent smiles - in which case it will be fine) and some of which I was adamant about upholding (I didn't cry because it would mean I would have an unhappy marriage, I didn't see my wedding dress until I was getting dressed because it meant I had faith in my family, and the first time my wedding ring was on my finger was when my husband put it there because, well, if you try on your wedding band ahead of time your wedding will not go through or your marriage will fall apart soon afterwards).
When we moved into our house a couple of years ago, I was adamant that the first box we bring into the house be the one containing rice, salt and sugar. The rice is so that we'll never go hungry, the sugar is so that our life will be sweet, and the salt is to preserve the peace in the house. Crazy, right? Well, it's worked so far.
Being pregnant, I'm very careful to stay away from cemetaries and people I don't like. The first is based in little fact but makes some sense when you think about it. The superstition behind the second one is funny (I don't want my child to behave like the people I don't like, so I avoid them) but also has some medical rationale (people I don't like are more apt to cause my blood pressure to rise).
Superstitions aren't supposed to be logical, anyway.
