The Wedding

Josh had the privilege of being his Aunt Amy's ring bearer in her wedding.  She got married on New Year's Day.  There's a little back story on all this, but to save all the time and effort to tell you, here are the basics:

• On the way from our house to the rehearsal dinner (an hour plus away), I forgot my dress maternity pants and Josh's black dress shoes.  Me in tears, my Daddy rummaging through closet to find the maternity pants, Josh is fussy and tired of riding in car for a trip that has now doubled in time, etc.
• Josh running amok at the rehearsal.  Hey, at least he was happy!
• Stay night in hotel.  Takes 2 hours to get Josh to sleep.
• Wake up call at 1 am from Josh barfing and spewing pink vomit on me.  Ewww.
• Daddy gagging at barf.
• Josh, Daddy, and me all fit in a queen sized bed.  Me sleeping with no pillow (thanks to Josh stealing it) and on only 2 inches of the bed.
• Wake up early by Josh saying "GO, GO!" and pointing to the hotel room door.
• Leave the hotel in record time.  Poor cleaning lady.

Now, you're caught up to the day of the wedding.  Here are some pictures I had time to take.

We brought his new truck Great Grandma Evie and Great Grandpa Hoyt bought him just in case he got cold feet and didn't want to walk down the isle.  We thought he might push it down the isle as a bribe, but he didn't even need it!

In order for Josh to make it down the isle, we had to have some strategic planning on our parts.  Since Josh was being really clingy, I kept Josh with me until about an hour before the wedding.  And even though his Daddy had to usher, he stuck right with him.  Chad ushered everyone with Josh in one arm.  They did great. 

And here's a little entertainment.  He loves that dump truck!

Josh did make it down the isle.  His Daddy made him practice, like, 4 times between the rehearsal dinner and just being at the church.

Here he is sitting like a big boy with Uncle Ross and Daddy while pictures were being taken. 

Sadly, these are all I got.  I hoping that the photographer got some better ones. 

P.S.  There was more barfing that night.  Ah, the joys of Motherhood!