I thought that OS's behavior at the wedding deserved his own post. After I arrived at the wedding, YS and I were escorted with OS to his assigned seat. I should mention that all along the Big Giraffe's brother and my sister-in-law (I love saying that. I have wanted a sister for basically my whole life and she's great!) told me numerous times that it didn't matter if OS didn't wear the tux, wore his "hair" or didn't go down the aisle. Let me also say that not only was it one of the most elegant weddings I've ever been to, but it was one of the most laid back. If I had known then how laid back everyone was, I would have told OS he could wear his hair. A good chunk of the people there were social workers and teachers.
BG had endured the lengthy outburst when he got OS into the tuxedo shirt, pants, shoes, vest, and, for a brief period of time, tie. By the time I arrived, he had calmed down. OS put his tuxedo jacket on for me, and even let me tuck in his shirt. I told him how proud of him I was. I also gave him the silver box that could have but did not hold the wedding rings, which were safely with the BG and the matron of honor. The procession started. It was very lovely. We talked about how OS was going to walk down the aisle. OS seemed a little intimidated by the musicians.
Finally it was the big moment. OS poked his head out into the aisle. He took a step..and then another one..and then he whispered that he didn't want to do it. BG and BIL waved at him enthusiastically. I asked him if he was sure. He said yes. I told him how proud of him I was, and then that was that. One of the flower girls also didn't make it down...or rather she made it down to us and showered OS's feet with flowers. On the other hand, YS appeared interested in taking over for either OS or the flower girl. He had to be restrained from crawling down the aisle (yes, during our trip he went from fast belly slithering to full fledged fast crawling.)
After all the pictures were over, we let OS put on his Elmo shirt and owl sunglasses, although he continued to wear the black tuxedo pants and shoes. Somewhere during dinner, his head also acquired a cloth napkin, which served as proxy "hair". Sometimes he had his favorite doll "Kate" with him and a brand-new doll that I got him which he named "New Kate" (unfortunately he and YS got into a screaming match over the Kates.), However, if I do say so myself, he was hilarious, particularly during the dancing. He would randomly walk up to people, adopt the stance of an FBI agent on TV and hold up his hand for a high five. Then he would strut back to the side. He also kept popping out of a set of bushes with the same high five motif until he almost bumped into a lit cigarette (there was a lot of smoking at the wedding). Once he had that encounter, I put the kabash on the bush routine. The bottom line is that OS got a ton of attention and just loved it.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Don't let the ring bearer bear the rings unless you are confident he will bear them.
That cracks me up. I've been to too many weddings where the ring bearer or flower girl screamed and kicked and generally made everyone aware of their unhappiness. I'm glad OS pulled through.
We are glad that you all had a good time. OS & YS were an absolute pleasure! We look forward to sharing photos and honeymoon stories. The Big Giraffe's Little Brother
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That cracks me up. I've been to too many weddings where the ring bearer or flower girl screamed and kicked and generally made everyone aware of their unhappiness. I'm glad OS pulled through.