Wedding Wackos

As I try to catch up on the summer’s festivities, I seem perpetually at least a week behind! But pictures are pictures… take ’em or leave ’em!

Over the last weekend in June, Andrew, Milo, and I made the trip to Princeton, NJ to celebrate the wedding of Andrew’s good friend from graduate school, Lisa. Milo was a perfect angel on the 3-hour car ride there, despite hitting some nasty traffic. He was also fantastic at the hotel before the wedding and reception, especially since the hotel had plenty of fun things to do and see (namely huge carpeted areas to crawl around and find specks of dirt and debris to inspect, and hoards of overgrown goldfish to point at).


The wedding itself was in the beautiful Cathedral on Princeton’s campus. Even Milo was enthralled by the ceremony!
Okay… not that enthralled.

When is this thing over?
(In all fairness, the ceremony itself was short and sweet)


Now we get to the good part. The three-hour stretch between the ceremony and the reception proved to be quite trying. The idea was to put an exhausted Milo down for a nap in the hotel room and freshen up (since the summer heat and humidity had left us a bit worse for the wear) while Andrew spent some time with his friends, then meet up in the lobby of the hotel for cocktails before the reception. Milo had different plans, as most babies will when put into a similar situation. So, two hours of off-and-on wailing and angry tears produced no nap, and I gave up and let Milo crawl around the hotel room, shredding toilet paper and plucking out as many tissues from the tissue dispenser as possible before I could stop him. Also, he managed to find a bar of soap in its wrapper, bite through the wrapper, and eat a small chunk of soap. Of course, this lead to more screaming, a bit of vomit, and some whimpering for a while afterwards. I guess I can’t threaten him with washing his mouth out with soap anytime soon. “Been there, done that, Mom.”

We then proceeded to top off our “Parents of the Year” award-worthy night by keeping our child up 3 hours past his bedtime while most adults were consuming too much alcohol and far too much red meat. I only partook in the latter consumption, which made me feel just as ill. (Disclaimer: the food was amazing, AMAZING, and I only felt ill because of my gluttonous choices, so difficult to hold back with such amazing food).

Of course, Milo fell asleep before his head hit the crib that night…

If only he had stayed asleep. Every hour, folks. Screaming. In a hotel room. And the grand finale… even after I brought him into bed with us, our little cherub was wide awake, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 6:00am.

Argument with husband at 3am due to utter exhaustion, check.
Migraine, check.
Long drive home the next morning while still completely exhausted, check.
Lesson learned? Check.

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  1. If any consolation (probably not)Reina won’t sleep on her own in a hotel room at all. Even now. I guess that’s not much fun to look forward to…but at least you’re not bad parents! Blame the kid!

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