Saturday Night

We went to a wedding. That of my dear friend S. and her very handsome new husband.

We had the kids all planned out - they were to stay at friends' for the ceremony, and, as the church is close to the Casa Valentine, we were going to RACE to the friends' house, pick the kids up, whirl out to Kanata, where I would nurse MasterP and they would stay with Husband's brother and his family for the remainder of the night while Husband and I would return to the Chateau for the par-tay.

Oh man. We went to the beautiful ceremony, in that church we're knowing better and better. It was lovely. Lovely, lovely, lovely. As I said to her, she looked just like a doll - perfection.

After returning to Friends' house and finding MasterP clutching the back of Friend's knees and wailing while she was calmly mixing some cereal (note: this is why we chose the well experienced mums. As I pointed out to Husband - if things don't go well, we need someone unafraid of the crying.) we were not expecting miracles.

But we persevered. We partayed. Deeeelicious food. Scrumptious desserts were had. And then? Calypso music to dance to. And between you and I? Shh. Lean closer. (Super FOINE gentlemen to watch. Whew! Very, very handsome. You sir, with the dreads and the Van dyke. Yeah, I'm talking about you. And you? Angry fella by the corner of the dance floor with the tux shirt on? Goodness. That's like to hurt a girl. And last, but not least, well-built Asian guy in a blue shirt... hey, wait a sec!! Hi, honey!!)

We teared up at the speeches (not all of which were entirely coherent - the best kind!) and prayed fervently with the family that this be the beginning of a long, long life together full of blessings, health and happiness. Please, God.

And the kids?

When we got there, they were both out cold. MasterP in his stroller and MlleL on the floor in a pile of blankets with her big cousin Jman. We carried them to the car and strapped them in and they never woke up. We drove them home and carried them upstairs and put them in their beds and they never woke up. MasterP's first wake up was 5AM, and he went back to sleep until 7:30. MlleL followed at 7, in time to see the balloons fly over the house from the Festival.

Awesome, Awesome, Awesome.

Can we do it again next weekend?