Happy Monday everyone! So this weekend was fun. Fun in the way that I'm not entirely sure if I'm being sarcastic or if it really was fun?? It was David's youngest cousin's wedding on Saturday which was lovely and everything was beautiful.... but.
Hands up who has ever taken a wilful 20 month old to a wedding? If you haven't.... let me explain. Remember when going to weddings used to be all about the fun of choosing an outfit (or letting your wife/girlfriend choose one for you), stuffing your face with free food and then getting as drunk as possible? Alas, this is no longer the case when toddlers are involved. When your babies are tiny or more grown up (say 3-4+ years) life is a little bit easier but between the magic ages of about 12-36 months things are different. Weddings are stressful now and require meticulous planning just to get through the day with the three of you still intact. First you have to desperately try to get your child to sit still and quietly during the ceremony (apparently bribery in the form of yoghurt covered raisins only works for about 15 minutes) and just when you think it's safe to breath, you have to run (in heels) to stop them from ruining the photographer's lovely (and probably hideously expensive) photos by running in front of every single one (and yet refusing to actually be in any). Mine apparently does not appreciate being told he cannot run out of the car park into the road either.
The drinks reception isn't so bad if the venue is somewhere the kids can run around (thankfully this one was in a beautiful enclosed parkland - although sadly with lots of steps and ponds but never mind) but then comes.... the wedding meal. *sigh* You know how you actually used to taste your food? Not anymore. Now you both scarf it down at lighting speed so that between the two of you, you can try and keep your child entertained (and in his highchair) for the duration of a three course meal. Not easy but with the aid of a colouring book very helpfully provided by the bride (and then my lipgloss and keys when he got bored of that after approximately 15 seconds) we managed it.
The evening part of the day was actually fine. We changed him into his pyjamas and proceeded to let him run around the dance floor like a maniac in polar bear slippers while we desperately tried to neck as much wine as we could before he got tired and wanted to go home. He did well but his normal bedtime is 7 and he'd had his nap early that day so by 8:30 he was flagging a bit. We decided not to push our luck so by about 9pm we were home, toddler tucked up in bed and parents on the sofa drinking tea and eating cheese on toast (it's amazing how little of your own food you get to consume when you're busy picking up someone else's off the floor).
How times have changed.
Psssst! If you are interested to see what outfits I ended up choosing for us to wear to this event, keep your eyes peeled for next Wednesday's post!
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Hands up who has ever taken a wilful 20 month old to a wedding? If you haven't.... let me explain. Remember when going to weddings used to be all about the fun of choosing an outfit (or letting your wife/girlfriend choose one for you), stuffing your face with free food and then getting as drunk as possible? Alas, this is no longer the case when toddlers are involved. When your babies are tiny or more grown up (say 3-4+ years) life is a little bit easier but between the magic ages of about 12-36 months things are different. Weddings are stressful now and require meticulous planning just to get through the day with the three of you still intact. First you have to desperately try to get your child to sit still and quietly during the ceremony (apparently bribery in the form of yoghurt covered raisins only works for about 15 minutes) and just when you think it's safe to breath, you have to run (in heels) to stop them from ruining the photographer's lovely (and probably hideously expensive) photos by running in front of every single one (and yet refusing to actually be in any). Mine apparently does not appreciate being told he cannot run out of the car park into the road either.
The drinks reception isn't so bad if the venue is somewhere the kids can run around (thankfully this one was in a beautiful enclosed parkland - although sadly with lots of steps and ponds but never mind) but then comes.... the wedding meal. *sigh* You know how you actually used to taste your food? Not anymore. Now you both scarf it down at lighting speed so that between the two of you, you can try and keep your child entertained (and in his highchair) for the duration of a three course meal. Not easy but with the aid of a colouring book very helpfully provided by the bride (and then my lipgloss and keys when he got bored of that after approximately 15 seconds) we managed it.
The evening part of the day was actually fine. We changed him into his pyjamas and proceeded to let him run around the dance floor like a maniac in polar bear slippers while we desperately tried to neck as much wine as we could before he got tired and wanted to go home. He did well but his normal bedtime is 7 and he'd had his nap early that day so by 8:30 he was flagging a bit. We decided not to push our luck so by about 9pm we were home, toddler tucked up in bed and parents on the sofa drinking tea and eating cheese on toast (it's amazing how little of your own food you get to consume when you're busy picking up someone else's off the floor).
How times have changed.
Psssst! If you are interested to see what outfits I ended up choosing for us to wear to this event, keep your eyes peeled for next Wednesday's post!
