There was a whole lot of crazy going on this weekend. Due to 11 month-old Summer’s breast addiction and bottle rejection, Rick and I ended up carting our two girls up to Staatsburg, New York for a wedding.
On the car ride up, I’m jammed between the two car seats in the back so I can attempt to give Summer her lunch, consisting of chicken, cheese and a jelly sandwich. Of course, she insists on constantly grabbing my sweater and freshly blown-out hair with her sticky jelly fingers. While I try to remove her tight fist from my black, chunky cable knit, I’m using my other manicured hand to pick apple out of 3 year-old Dylan’s teeth. Dylan has insisted that she can’t possibly continue eating her lunch, until we find floss and remove the apple skin that is wedged between her baby whites. As if. So begins our romantic excursion.
Summer has her own dental issues. She pillages the book, “Dora Goes to the Dentist” as we drive through Rhinebeck. Poor innocent Dora. I guess she’ll never get to the dentist.
But we arrive at the Belvedere Mansion, wonder twins activate and Rick and I take the form of wedding guests in our suit and dress. My dad has graciously come to attend to our children. Then, here comes the bride in black and white.
Anna was the coolest bride I’ve ever seen. Project Runway designers should take serious note of this outfit. Sarah Jessica would approve. First, the dress. White strapless with a black sash. But the most stylin’ part is the shoes. ADORE the black heels. And you should have seen her on the dance floor. This bride really got her groove on. So did another guest, a somewhat older woman, who actually kissed my husband on the lips (no tongue for the record) and said, “Forget the woman you came with. Come home with me.” I’m going to assume that was the scotch talking. Quite a bit of scotch. But my husband went home with me. See ya, girlfriend. He is mine.
The morning after was long. “English Patient” long. Dylan and Summer were up dreadfully, agonizingly early and then morphed into stir crazy wind up toys – crying, laughing, crying, laughing – as they spun around the hotel room. We finally packed up our crumpled evening clothes and child paraphernalia and made our way down the New York State Thruway. Along the trip, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that McDonald’s now offers a grilled chicken wrap and a fruit, nut and yogurt plate. Not as brilliant as those black bridal stilettos but still, this is the home of the 10,000 calorie Big Mac. I may have rounded up.
We finally made it home after a 3 hour highway tour. No Gilligan or Mary Ann. Just two drowsy girls, two even more tired ‘rents and lots of bags to unpack.