We three got all gussied up last weekend for a lovely wedding! It was my first real night to play dress-up since our boy was born, and I really tried to represent for all new and exhausted moms out there.
I bought a new dress, dictated outfits for Milton and Axelrod (they only rolled their eyes at me a little), and hopped up the street to the salon I work in to (finally) get my legs waxed earlier in the week. The day of the wedding, I even had my makeup done at VAIN! Thank goodness it’s only a few blocks away and my girl Belinda can work fast on under eye circles.
The bride walked down the asile to Spiritualized’s Ladies and Gentlemen We are Floating in Space and I about crumpled in a thousand romantic tears. I even missed the perfect shot of her walking down the aisle because I was just so overwhelmed taking in the beauty of it all. Admittedly, it doesn’t take much to set me off these days. All anybody ever needs to make me cry is a mix of love, family, and gorgeous music … add some pretty dresses on a sublime Pacific North-West day and a couple making a life-long commitment to each other and I am done for!
We took some photos of each other holding the baby in all our sunny day finery!
Sadly, the little vintage romper that our little boy is sporting barely fit his baby flub! I had to leave his zipper partly undone. I’m so glad he got to wear it out once! He’s growing out of his adorable duds way too quickly. Between the both of us being so chubby, I don’t know how I’ll ever keep up with finding outfits that work.
I have to admit! I made one big fat mothering mistake with our outfit planning. I couldn’t find a dress that I liked that was good for nursing. Milton and I figured that we could just bring a few bottles to the wedding with us. I don’t mean to sound cold when telling you that I choose fashion over nursing, but the boy doesn’t really have a problem taking bottles from his dad in the middle of the day or in the evening when I go to the gym! But, apparently! nothing but a boob will do for his 6-8pm bedtime witching hours. Now we know! I spent a good portion of the wedding reception in the bathroom with my pretty dress around my waist and my baby at my breast.
That lesson learned, I think that I’ll be going out in our neighborhood once a week this summer so that Milton can show him just how great it is to be dadded down with a bottle!
Once I momed him down, we put him straight into the Ergo on Milton and had ourselves some cake and dancing times. We were home by 10 for a final bedtime, enjoyed by all, high on love and romance.