Indian Wedding & a Baby

This weekend I learned that you should not bring a baby to a nine hour wedding unless you have his father to assist in babysitting duties.  Maybe not even then.

One of my best friends from high school got married on Saturday.  She & her husband met at a wedding on the same weekend five years ago, how very sweet.  She is Hindu & he is Christian, so they had back to back Hindu & Christian ceremonies.  That means it was beautiful.  But long.

The Briggs family also decided to plan their family reunion this weekend.  For a not so sweet or justifiable reason.  They have one every other year, & his mom's side of the family does theirs in the same town every other year (that means he sees most of them every year).  And Marcus still claimed that he had to go because he never sees his family.

I thought it was important for my friends to meet Isaiah so I insisted that he stay with me. 

Bad decision.  Remember that I mentioned the wedding was long?  It was from 2:30pm-12:00am.  This is how we spent most of the 2.5 hour ceremony.

In the lobby of the hotel because all Isaiah wanted to do was crawl down the aisle & yell. 

But I managed to catch the important parts, like when she walked down the aisle.  She was so beautiful.

We had always dreamed of our weddings.  I could never have imagined hers being so magnificent. 

Afterwards there was cocktail hour; most of that, I spent strolling & walking him around the hotel to try & get him to pass out.  His nap was cut short earlier in the day, & he was cranky, so I was sure he needed to sleep a little.  But I think the colors were to interesting for him to ignore. 

He fell in love with another good friend, and she kept his attention while I grabbed a bite & a drink.  All of the food was too spicy for him.  So all he had the entire time were the bottles I made beforehand & kept chilled.

When dinner time came around, we managed to keep him occupied with the spoons on the tables.  Then he wouldn't eat it, but he enjoyed playing with the bread. 

During the couples' first dance to Unforgettable, I decided that Isaiah & I would have our first dance.  The parents of the bride were excited to see Isaiah on the dance floor so they grabbed him & danced with him.  An uncle grabbed him after that.  And for the next 20 minutes, Isaiah refused to come back to me.  Instead not very far from the speakers, amidst the loudest wildest point of the evening, he fell asleep in a stranger's arms.

Booked Already

Isaiah has had such a busy schedule these days.  Which means that I have been a little busy too, being his manager & all.  We went on our first road trip last weekend to visit a dear friend in Louisiana who is about to give birth.  Marcus got a free weekend for his Father's Day gift.  He loved it. 

It was pleasant drive, in which we only had to stop to feed the little one once both ways. 

He liked his new surroundings for the most part.  He slept a lot, but only during the day.  On this trip, though, when he was awake during the night, he wasn't fussy, just awake.  We took this picture while we were awake one of those nights.

My older sister & her son came up for a visit this past weekend. My nephew is talking a lot now, and it is soooo adorable.  He says "Hi" & "Oh no!" & "Uh oh" over & over again.  And this time, he said "Zaya" when referring to his new cousin. 

She is expecting another little one in December.  We get to have babies really close together in age!  Now we just need to live near each other.

We took a walk around the lake/canal across the street.

Then last night we went to visit Marcus's parents.  It was his first time at their house and a month since he's seen them.  He slept the whole time!

Marcus's cousin said I might be having another baby because I still looked pregnant.  Great. 

And this weekend, we are going to Arkansas for a Marcus family reunion.  My whole pregnancy I tried to convince Marcus that I shouldn't go because I would still be getting used to the whole baby thing.  But I kindof ruined it by taking a road trip two weeks before. 

I think we'll be done with social obligations after that for a little while, or try to be anyway. 

On another slightly related note, I have a week long break from school (one more class left for my MBA!).  So I will be posting Isaiah's birth story complete with pictures this week.  I promise.