Wedding: Our First Road Trip with a Baby-Part II

So, we survived the road trip down to Nashville unscathed. When we arrived at my aunt's home, Korbin Bru was hungry and in desperate need of a new diaper. So needless to say, he wasn't too happy with the relatives when they started in toward him. He has a little bit of stranger anxiety any way. It does take him a while to warm up to people. It was a little rough on him, and I was worried about how he would react at the wedding with all those people. However, he reacted very well. By that time he had had enough time to acclimate to the environment and was comfortable enough to let other people hold him.



My men in black. 

  The groom waiting on his bride to walk down the aisle. One of my favorite things (to steal an idea presented in a movie-28 Dresses-that I thought before the movie came out) is while everyone is looking at the bride, I like to look at the groom. His expression says it all. 

 His beautiful sister, watching from her seat. Korbin Bru was quite taken with Kelly. In truth, he was quite taken with any young, pretty girl that smiled at him. However, he easily went to Kelly and smiled at her whenever she talked to him. I think that my son is quite the flirt. How could I expect any different? I mean he is my son and it has always been well known that I tend to be "overly" nice (a perceived flirt)



The Vows

Korbin Bru watching the festivities from his seat. He had a tie and a cumber-bun but those didn't work out so well. We bought him this 5 piece suit from Amazon. I originally had something from Etsy picked out but decided to save it for his first birthday as my mom thought showing off his chunky little thighs might not be that appropriate. It turned out to be a good idea because it was a little nippy out. Prior ot the ceremony, I was scouting out exit plan strategies just in case the baby decided to throw a little temper tantrum in the middle of the I do's. Prior to the ceremony start, I noticed him getting a little wiggly and fussy, so we gave him a bottle (it was close to snack time anyway) and he was perfect through the whole ceremony. 

Mother and Son dance. I am not a big crier. My first relationship made me be tough in terms of not crying about things. However, this touched me. This re-winded me to think of the first time I danced with my father and what he must have been thinking, and then fast forwarded me to the future-to me dancing with my son on his wedding day-if the Lord permits.  This moment between the two of them was so sweet. A mother letting go of her now married son and her son with clearly tears in his eyes having their dance. And no, I don't believe my that she stepped on his foot was the reason that he was crying. I hope to raise a son like my cousin. A man who is not afraid to cry, who loves his family with all his heart, and who has such a good heart that it causes the room to tilt and twirl because he is in it. This young man was the closest thing to a brother that I ever had. You see, being adopted I never really fit in anywhere in the family. I was kind of always the 'black sheep." Not that I was an outcast or anything, but I didn't fit, age wise with anyone. I was the youngest grandchild by quite a few years, and he was the oldest great grand-child. However, I was still closer in age to him. He became my "brother from another mother" type of thing. 

 

Korbin Bru and Gamma after dinner. I will tell you, dinner without a high chair is TOUGH! It is hard to hold a wriggling baby while another person is trying to aim a spoon with a liquid substance at his mouth without getting it all over the table, the baby or ourselves. Another thing to always have in your bag for such an occasion where a "Real Meal" isn't possible:  Plum Organics, dispensing spoon, and Similac liquid formula. When you have no other options, even if breastfeeding, I still used this as a supplement when breastfeeding just was not an option and I would be too shy to just whip it out anyway. These products always have a permanent location in my diaper bag. This was the first time that I have had to use the spoon as I always try to plan around feeding times so that he isn't out at that time but this was the first occasion that I couldn't do that. Since then I have used the spoon again, and still have to say that the creator is a genius. We usually make our own food, but the convenience of these little packs and spoons are just perfect for these type of occasions.

Father and Daughter dance. They invited all the fathers and daughters onto the dance floor. I didn't even ask my own dad to get out there with me, although it would have been nice to dance with him again. This is the gorgeous Kelly and her daddy (father of the groom) sharing a dance.  

And Finally, a FAMILY picture. We love this photo. Not only is it one of the two photos that we have of us as a family, but Korbin Bru is actually looking at the camera and SMILING in this one!  I so love my "Men" in black!  I will surely be makign this into a canvas print for our house.

Now, after the festivities, we hung around for a while. Then, it was inching ever so close to Korbin Bru's bedtime, so we decided to hit the road. We went back to our family's house to change and give Korbin one last bottle before we hit the road. He "quick" woke several times on the trip to cry for a second. The night was rough with him waking a total of 5 times after we got home at 11:30.

All in all, roadtrips are tough- tough on the little ones and tough on the parents. It takes your little one off of the schedule and routine that they are so used to. It is a good idea to try to keep everything as consistant as possible in spite of the changes. Babies like predictability.