So Little Man is ready to add to the noise level in your house. Congratulations? Just kidding, that’s awesome news! I thought you just had a deep and profound thinker on your hands with that one.
Last night was a late one for us, so it’s kind of quiet around here today. Two of our very good friends got married (to each other; it was convenient that way), and Charles was the best man.
We clean up pretty well, right? It’s a little hard to see, but Little Mister’s tie is similar to his daddy’s. Seeing them together was like watching Charles walking around with a mini-me.
It was a lovely ceremony (at least, I’m pretty sure it was; I spent the entire time in the back with LM trying to keep him relatively quiet and non-disruptive. We’ll just ignore the screaming right as the bride was about to start her vows.), in a hollow, with the hills rising all around, a grove of trees with a creek winding along. Really, quite a beautiful place. And a good time with a fun bunch of people.
It turns out we’ve been raising a dancing man! He wasn’t into the food, and the toasts left him cold, but when the music started, Little Mister became the life of the party. I wish I had gotten some good pictures, but I was too busy laughing. Imagine this: he’s standing in the middle of a circle of people, all dancing and looking at him, and he’s bouncing and swinging his arms up and down, and everyone’s laughing. Then he gets passed from person to person as they all want to dance with him. If you held him and didn’t dance, he’d bounce for himself. He absolutely loved it.
This is at nearly ten o’clock. He was still having fun, although he would crash about thirty seconds after this picture. So I think today will be devoted to recovery from all that fun. But, now I know: my boy’s gotta dance!