The wedding was…good. I think. I’m torn.
I mean, there’s no question that the kids were great. We were very proud of all three of them. No meltdowns, not too crazy or wild, and they all ate (some) dinner. In general they were charming, played well with the other kids that were there, and had a really, really good time.
The down side to bringing your kids to a wedding is that you spend the whole evening chasing around after them, and thus you don’t get any time to socialize as adults. There were 10 of us there from my university class — fifteen years now since we graduated — and it was so good to see everyone. Sir Monkeypants’ old roommate had come from England (with his two-year-old and four-month-old daughters, and as I said to Mrs. Carl Sagan, some people are made of stronger stuff than I). Another of our friends was there from Paris; several others were there from Toronto or Waterloo.
So needless to say, these are not people we see very often and we can’t exactly call them up whenever we feel like it to pop out for a coffee. And yet I was only able to talk to each of them for maybe two minutes a piece, and our conversations went like this:
Me: So, how is work going? CAPTAIN, NO HITTING.
Friend: Oh, it’s okay, I’m thinking of moving away from hi-tech and into flower arranging.
Me: Really? Why’s that? GAL SMILEY, IT IS THE OTHER GIRL’S TURN NOW.
Friend: I just love flowers so much.
Me: That’s great, I have to run. LITTLE MISS, GIVE THE BABY HER BINKY BACK!
And so on. I mean, it wasn’t only us. Everyone had brought their kids and I think the oldest was seven, so obviously we were all doing a lot of running around chasing tots and sorting out disagreements and kissing owies better. Since all the other kids were there, I know I would have really regretted it if we had not brought our own, and it was so great to see our kids forming instant bonds with our friends’ kids. They all really did have a great time.
Oh, as a side bonus, we got seated with some friends of the groom who have two daughters, age 11 and 9. Their 11 year old in particular was so fantastic with the kids. At our table she helped them with their dinner and made art projects for them and then later let them all chase her around the dance floor endlessly. We are SO hiring her for babysitting when she turns 12.
And, I totally adored my Etsy earrings.
So all that stuff was great. I just feel like I really missed out on seeing my own friends. Sir Monkeypants pointed out afterwards that we didn’t even get to see each other; our entire conversation for the evening was long the lines of, “I’m taking this one to the bathroom, you have the other two!” and “Did she drink her milk? Does he want any juice? Can you get some extra napkins from the waiter?” and so on.
We left at around 9:30 just as the dancing was starting, because Gal Smiley in particular was crashing and asked to go home. I’m sure it was the right choice, but Sir Monkeypants never did get his special daughter dance. Little Miss Sunshine danced all through dinner, though (to the “over dinner hour” quiet background music), and that was worth seeing. SO CUTE.
I’m happy we took the kids. I’d make the same choice again. But going to a wedding with children in tow is definitely a very different experience than what I’m used to.