Saturday, March 29 - Trip to England Day 8

The morning was filled with another hearty breakfast, running Norah down to the hairdresser, and delaying Dejaquan from wearing his tux as long as possible. Barbara was kind enough to put together a pack of non-staining snacks for the kids knowing the moment we sat in the car Dejaquan would complain about being hungry. Click went his seat belt and he said it just as we had predicted.

We got to the wedding 1/2 hour early, and as soon as the other young kids in the wedding party arrived, they hit it off with Norah & Dejaquan. Joe, the other ring bearer, just turned 6 two days prior and Emily, 8, loved taking charge of Norah. A few minutes before the wedding began, I took Norah back to the bridesmaids, and thought everything was okay until she through a fit that she didn't get to have a bouquet of flowers like the others (she got to carry a fancy light-up Tinkerbell magic wand). I somehow managed to console her enough to have her get in line with her wand just as they started marching down the aisle. (pictures)

Surprisingly, both kids were well behaved during the ceremony, Dejaquan only getting up twice, once following Joe who was being mischievous and once to have his tie fixed, and Norah once trying to get the other flower girl, a toddler/young preschooler, to sit down with her (who had been wondering around the whole time).

We found out later that at one point in the ceremony Dejaquan and Joe, sitting in the front row across the aisle from the bridesmaids, were making faces at them, causing the to laugh. Verity & Stuart thought that the bridesmaids were laughing at them, because they were sitting with their backs to the boys.

It was drizzling when the wedding finished, and Keith took us to the reception while Barbara delivered our luggage to the hotel, bless her heart. The reception was fabulous (pictures), and had a good time talking with the Joe & Emily's parents during dinner. We left while Stuart & Verity cut the cake, Barbara again being overgenerous running us to our hotel in the rain.

We had got the kids to leave without much fuss, promising them they could swim when we got there (7:30), but kids weren't allowed in the pool after 6pm (can you believe that?), so there was quite the melt-down in the hotel room. We compromised by letting them take a bath together (supervised). Norah was still sad about not getting to go swimming the next morning.