I just realized I never posted about the wedding we went to in November. Shame on me…considering I was so excited to share Trent’s outfit. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but when he wears nothing but onesies or footie pajamas every day, even something slightly dressy tends to excite me.
I found it at Macy’s and it was on the clearance rack, so I ended up paying $18 for it. My little man rocked a 3 piece suit with a pair of sneaks and black sunglasses. Clearly, he’s way cooler than I am.
This was just another lesson in getting ready for an event with a baby. Since Brett was the wedding photographer, he was gone for several hours before we had to be there, so it was just me and Trent hanging out at home. Trent didn’t take a very good morning nap, so when he finally fell asleep in the afternoon, I took the opportunity to get ready and let him sleep as long as he wanted to. Before I knew it, it was almost time to leave and I still needed to get him ready.
Luckily, at that point, he was starting to wake up on his own so I didn’t have to feel bad waking him up and rushing around. But of course, when I was done getting him ready there was still so much to do. I hadn’t packed the diaper bag, loaded the stroller into the trunk, prepared his bottle, let the dog out or pulled the car out of the garage in order to get his car seat in there easier. I threw on flats and started running back and forth. I was sweating by the time I officially pulled out of the driveway and left!
The last thing I want to be is late for a wedding. So I was rushing to get there while still being safe, seeing as I had a baby in the car. I prevailed and arrived about 5 minutes before the wedding started and there were even other people that showed up after me. This crisis was averted but I definitely learned not to push my luck so much, especially when I’m getting ready by myself with Trent.
The wedding was lovely. It was outside in the cool, but sunny weather. Trent had fun being passed around among the ladies and even took a nap.
I don’t know how he didn’t get woken up by the DJ, but this kid has slept through louder things in the past and I have yet to figure out why he can sleep through some things and not others.
Since Brett was the photographer, that meant no photos of the two or three of us together. But I’m used to it by now. It also resulted in me hearing the name of this blog several times throughout the night…
“Have you met Lynn? She’s the photographer’s wife.”
Oddly enough, I didn’t even bother buying a new outfit for myself and instead wore something over a year and a half old. Life of a mom? Check. Life of a mom that doesn’t want to buy new clothes until she loses the rest of the weight? Double check.
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