1. I love weddings. I don't know if it's going to more weddings or simply getting older, but each wedding I attend (particularly those for people to whom I am close) I get more emotional than I did at the previous wedding. Maybe weddings remind me of my own wedding, or maybe I just love the whole sentiment. This wedding was a little bitter-sweet, as it was the last of the Wells siblings' weddings. There are no weddings looming in our future and this makes me sad. However, Jason's sister Kelly looked beautiful and the wedding was quite the party!
The happy couple and their wedding party.
2. I play a (very distant) second fiddle to my child. On several occasions, various family members, on seeing us for the first time on this trip, ran excitedly toward us and exuberantly greeted Cy. Then, only after smiling and cooing at him, they noticed either me or Jason and then said hi, generally as an after-thought. I would be offended except that this happened so often that I must simply take it as a compliment that we made a baby too cute for our own good.
3. Babies are cute and welcome almost everywhere. A wedding party-bus (or trolley, in this case) is not one of them...Yes, this was a little lapse in judgment on Jason's and my part. Jason was in the wedding party, and after the ceremony, the wedding party boarded the trolley/party bus to go take some more pictures around Kansas city before the reception. At the last minute, myself and a few other spouses were invited on. Without thinking, Jason and I agreed and Cy and I boarded the trolley...Of course, babies need to eat, and they don't often want to wait for the 1.5 hour party-bus ride to do so. However, a bunch of unmarried young folks don't necessarily want to see a baby nursed on their party bus. Nor do they want to hear said baby screaming at the top of his lungs when he has to wait to eat. Add to that the beer bong and bawdy drinking songs, and well, I think I just earned the "worst-parent-of-the-year" award...
Yes, that is a beer bong. Don't ask me, I'm not nearly cool enough to get it!
4. Snoring is almost never cute. Unless it is a baby doing the snoring. Then it is extremely cute. And must be recorded. And shared with everyone we see the following day. I would share this video with you, except that I can't figure out how to upload a video with the new editor, so I guess we will save that for another day. If you do know how, please share!
5. Due to aforementioned cold, I now realize that my child is never allowed to have anything worse than a low fever and mild congestion. This very minor illness ripped my heart out and brought tears to my eyes. Anything even remotely more severe will likely kill me.
6. A sick and slightly cranky baby is not the best traveling companion. Unless you are flying a nearly full Southwest flight and wish to have an empty seat in your row. Then, a cranky, sick baby may be just the ticket.