happy * little * olive: Mission Accomplished

My little Oliver, or 007 as he was know the next day for Halloween (more on that in a minute), performed as ring bearer and did not cause a scene! I didn't even talk to him about the wedding until right before we got to Georgia to downplay it all as much as possible. Because my first-born is precious and smart and adorable but he is also what you'd call "strong-willed" which any parent knows just means "can be a complete jack a** at times." I love him but its true. And obviously he gets that from his Dad. For Oliver the more encouragement you give him on something the more it seems to tip him off that whatever you are talking about is important therefor must be painfully boring. So we didn't say much and at the rehearsal there was a little gift from God named Mrs. Anne. She was the teeny tiny wedding coordinator who could scare grown men with her "mean look"...jackpot! I gratefully handed all control of Oliver over to her and it worked like a charm. The day of was hectic and I barely even saw Oliver between getting beautified myself but I did see him just long enough to hear that he hadn't taken a nap. Seriously. NO. NAP. I honestly considered canceling on the bride but I decided to chance it. If you have ever been around Oliver on a day when he has not napped you understand my concern. Not that I thought the bride wouldn't love to have her vows drowned out by the groan he does when he is tired I really was more worried about the chance of him going into the delirious crazy mode. But he hung in there with a lot of bribery and gentle "love squeezes" from me on his upper arm. (Don't act like you haven't done it yourself).

He walked down the aisle with the flower girl (not me or Daddy) and took his place: sitting at Daddy's feet with his thumb in his mouth. We did send him to sit with Grammy and Papa about half way through when he discovered this little metal outlet cover right next to the bride and groom's feet but he stayed there with them quiet as a mouse. Usually when I have been in a wedding I have made an effort to glance at my husband during the vows to give him that look like, "Hey remember when we did this..." but this day I looked at a different guy. My little guy. I thought about the day when he is the groom and I am ~~bawling~~ dabbing my eyes in the pew. I can't even imagine things that far away but it made me want to snatch him up and shove him back in the baby Bjorn!

Tux- Part 2:

Why let a good tux go to waste? Especially when you decide to stay in Georgia one more night and you didn't bring a costume?! He didn't care what he was wearing as long as you filled his bucket with treats!