We all made it back from the wedding. Mom enjoyed it. The boys tolerated it, although I had to take Alice and Charles out of the actual wedding so people could hear the priest instead of Charles calling out “choo!” as he drove his new Gordon train around the pew. Charles was fine with leaving but he immediately wanted back in to see Mom, but I wouldn’t let him (as the experience of hauling him out of the wedding screaming when he wouldn’t be quiet again was somewhat unappealing). I hauled him down to the basement, but Mom said later that she could, if she listened, hear his caterwauling anyway.
After the wedding we went to a restaurant because we hadn’t really eaten that day. Corwin was ravenous because he had a light breakfast, followed by breaking camp, going out to the cemetery to put flags on veteran’s graves, swim team practice and then getting ready to go to the wedding. Corwin ripped through his meal like the wolf boy he is. After that we went to the reception. After we arrived, Corwin’s first question was “when do we eat?”. We managed to hold him off with some fruit that was set out for appetizers before he had another meal at the reception. Followed, of course, by cake.
Grandma and Grandpa were there as well. They took Alice off after dinner to show her around. Despite their enthusiam for this task, Mom managed to track them down eventually and retrieve Alice for our departure. Corwin and Charles were very ready to go as well, even though Corwin had been enjoying some dancing by the table as the bridal couple and their parents danced on the dance floor. They had to clear out the churning mass of cake frosting powered running children, but that’s what fire hoses are for.
We did finally get back for a restful night’s sleep, except for starving Alice waking Mom up regularly while Dad had to search for the missing piece of Charles’ new train. If Charles wakes up in the night crying, it’s not a bad dream but missing vehicles. Such are his terrors.