A Wedding

On Saturday, we went to a wedding. Even Dillon was invited. During the ceremony he did really well (it helped that we brought along some snacks for him). It was at a Catholic church, so it was a longer ceremony. Towards the end, Dillon got a little fidgety, so Jason took him outside. There was another little boy who during the whole ceremony was, well, to put it nicely, unruly. He kept running in and out of the church and when he was outside you could hear him yelling and screaming. I was so proud of Dillon!

At the reception, people kept commenting on how impressed they were that Dillon was so well behaved. One lady my mom and I were talking to ask me about myself and if I was married (hello, wedding ring?) and I told her that my husband and son were outside on the patio and she asked if he was the blonde little boy who kept running in and out of the church. Full of pride for my little guy I proudly told her no. As we were leaving the reception, she told me how cute and well behaved he was.

The food was really good and they had a child's plate for Dillon - chicken fingers, pizza and french fries (all food that we never give him). He loved the fries and now, thanks to his grammie, loves ketchup, too! Our meal came with a salad that was presented so nicely, I had to take a picture of it.