My hubby's wonderful sister got married this past weekend. My precious little S was the ring bearer. He had an adorable little suit on and smiled nice for all the pictures, shook hands and hugged all the relatives on cue, walked down the aisle in perfect step to the song, stood perfectly still at the front of the church through the entire wedding, sat nicely at the reception and didn't spill anything on his suit or the clothe linens on the table.
Yea right, in my dreams, right? Well, my precious little two year old was anything but precious about this whole ordeal. He was kind of naughty. I know every mother thinks their child is perfectly well behaved, but he usually really is. People have commented to me about how good he is. Not this weekend, however! He screamed every time anyone came anywhere near him with a camera and screamed all the way down the aisle (even being carried by daddy). We even bribed him with candy. Once that didn't work, I knew nothing would. At one point, he chucked his sippy cup at the best man. While getting dressed, he told me that his shoes were too tight, his socks were too big, his pants itched and he didn't like his tie. Awesome. Once we got to the reception, he was great, for the most part, except for the family picture.
And then there was the incident of the choking broccoli that sent my husband and I sprinting with him out into the hallway to keep him from chucking on the beautiful table! Fun stuff.
S really enjoyed the dance. Imagine that! :)
Grand finale from one of the songs?
He's got the moves!
Not sure on this one! :)
He informed me he didn't like his suit anymore, so he finished out the dance in his jammies.
