Tyler And Leslie’s Wedding

Oh look, it’s 4am, and I’m wide awake.

It’s totally my night to not be on baby duty and get up with him in the morning, but Derek apparently woke up at midnight and refused to go back to sleep for Mike, who tried valiantly for 3 hours before tapping out.

Basically, if Derek ever got ahold of a sharpie, he’d scrawl “For a good time, call DadAH” on the bars of his crib. Dad is for partying. I am for sleeping and for if he’s hungry or not feeling good or needs a clean diaper. It’s a pretty clean divide, and Derek was kind of disgusted that we’d even consider breaking the rules like that.

I went and grabbed him out of his crib, and he patted my cheek, said a very loving and relieved “Mamaaa”, then basically went to sleep. Why won’t we just work with him instead of sending in the party guy for sleep time? Honestly, it’s like we’re amateurs or something.

So now the rest of my family is asleep, but I’m in that weird window where your body says, “Oh hey, 4 hours, you’re getting up now? Well, okay, I guess we can make that work” and refuses to go back to sleep. Suck.

ANYWAY! Saturday was Tyler and Leslie’s wedding. Mike was a groomsman, so he left pretty early, which left me trying to entertain a baby AND get ready. Our room is usually closed off because it’s not very baby proof, so it was a lot of trying to save Derek from himself until I finally gave up, unplugged the fan, laid it on the ground, and let him bang on it to his hearts content.

Only, I somehow forgot that I did this and didn’t see it on the floor, and tripped over it. I know, I know. Possibly need to open eyes more when walking. Tripped over it and did something to my toe. Not broken, but was super swollen and ugly. Tried high heels, and toe was like “Please? R U KIDDING ME.” Wore flats and suffered all night anyway. It’s not really swollen anymore, but it really sucked on Saturday. Photo doesn’t do it justice. Also, totally killed my plans of getting a pedicure on the way there. I went from “My hideous feet. I cannot possibly appear in public like this” to “TOUCH MY TOE AND I WILL CUT YOU”

I told people at the wedding that I tripped on some small baby toys. It was a half truth. I tripped on the plug for the fan, and at that moment in time, it was a baby toy. I wasn’t ready to admit that I’m bad and walking and a terrible mother who lets her baby play with household electronics.

Wedding was beautiful. It was a gorgeous day for a wedding, Leslie and Tyler looked great, and it was a nice, quick ceremony. I wasn’t in a great position for photos, but I had an excellent view of Mike and the other groomsmen.

I hate everything about me in this picture. Ugh, the aaaaarms. Anyway, it’s me now. Running starts again this month since baby Derek mostly sleeps through the night. It just needs to happen. I am so ridiculously uncomfortable in my own skin right now.

Reception was lots of good drunken fun. Dancing and hanging out and another photobooth to be goofs in.

YMCA. The C is backwards. We’re bad at letters.

Mike’s face in the last one. I don’t even…

The Bride’s mom. Awesome surprise leap up to catch the third photo.

Claire was photobombing us, then decided not to in the second photo and just…walked out midphoto. We laughed.

Okay, I think I feel sleep coming again, so I’m going to go take advantage of it! Enjoy your long weekend!