This weekend we traveled up to San Antonio for Uncle Jason and Kara's wedding. Aunt Kara, actually, which Will reminds me to throw in if I forget. :)
We left Abby with Nana. She apparently decided to give them a run for their money. We're expecting a new tooth now anytime. Well, Mr. Man actually loved the car ride for the most part, seeing it as alone time with his parents, a rarity these days. We stopped at Bucky's for lunch and made our way over to Lisa's to see her amazing house (more to come of that another day). My boys were in the wedding and looking sharp. Will even made it through without any incidents. Stephen, however, decided to steal the show with a whopper of a juicy fart right in the quiet of the ceremony. This thing was loud and long. And you should have seen Amy spring into action. I will never forget it as long as I live. In fact, I have tears rolling down my face right now just thinking about it. She was out the door with a kid under each arm before the fart was over.
Later, we head outside to take pictures. They came out nice, but the kids were getting a little wild and Will ran his head into an iron gate. It brought up a huge goose egg and panic attack on my part. It's kind of nasty, but his big hair covers it for the most part. We managed to escape an ER visit, but did have to leave early to let him rest, medicate, and recover on the way home.
When he saw me looking at the pics on the camera he saw one of Britten sitting by a gate. He said, "I want to see." and I showed him. He said, "No, I want to see the gate that I messed up." He was disappointed that I didn't take pictures of his injury and the 'aftermath' of what happened to that gate for messing with my boy.
This morning we're talking babies. I said, "you know, when the baby comes out of Aunt Kara's tummy it's going to be your cousin. Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"
"What do you think they should name him?"
"Bunny Cupitt Amy. That's a great idea"
Indeed. Consider it, you guys.