I’m not sure how it happened, but Mini B has officially become a wedding crasher. Her dad is so proud. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves–how about we start at the beginning? First up–Mini B’s first plane ride. Gone are the days of us traveling light, huh?
She was great in the airport . . .
But that slumber didn’t last long–she was wide awake by the time we boarded our flight to Philly . . .
And even though we were prepared for disaster (I had steeled myself to be those parents with the screaming baby who receive one of two looks from the other passengers: 1) the look of total sympathy; or 2) the look of death), she actually did wonderfully. She was wide awake the whole time, but overall pretty content. Mr. Bunches and I breathed a collective sigh of relief for that one.
Once we got to Philly, we were starving. And what do you eat in Philly?! Why, cheese steaks of course! So off to Geno’s we headed . . .
Now, I had a Philly cheese steak once back in high school on a rowing trip to Philly, but for the life of me I can’t remember where it was from. But I have a vivid memory of it being surprisingly good. And Mr. Bunches assured me that this one was the BEST (the best, Jerry, the best).
And let’s face it–I was famished. So I polished off an entire cheese steak in less than 2 minutes. Ugh–I’m cringing right now at the memory of it all.
Good thing Mini B was sound asleep and therefore got to miss the carnage. Was it the best cheese steak ever? No. Hardly. But it was food. And I was hungry. Therefore, mission accomplished. Once our bellies were filled with grease and “steak” (I mean, let’s be honest–that’s no Grade A beef or anything), we headed off to introduce Mini B to the “Loop,” aka Mr. Bunches’ college buddies . . .
Of course, she didn’t really seem to take that much interest in the conversation . . .
Ahh well. After that it was time to take Mini B to her first hotel. The Hilton Garden Inn. Now, we had asked for a crib in the room, but we already knew we weren’t going to use it. Nope, not for our high-maintenance Mini B. No sirree. We had to instead bring her “Pink Palace” from home for her to sleep in . . .
And there she is in all her glory.
See, in preparation for this trip I had attempted to wean her off the Pink Palace (which is actually the Nap Nanny), but it didn’t work (and I suffered 30 sleepless hours for my failed attempt). So the Pink Palace came with us–stuffed in a suitcase. But it was basically a lifesaver, so it was worth it.
Why was it a lifesaver? Well, let’s just put it this way–Mini B gave us her longest sleep ever on our trip. 8 uninterrupted hours of pure bliss. We seriously contemplated moving into that Hilton Garden Inn for good . . . isn’t it amazing how important sleep becomes when you have a kid? But anyways, back to the long, drawn out story of our trip (C’mon–you’re loving the play-by-play, right?).
On Saturday we decided to hit up Mr. B’s alma mater: Villanova.
She was loving being shown around by her proud papa . . .
Of course, being the idiots we are, we thought that school hadn’t started yet since there weren’t any students around. But then we saw a few students and they informed us that it was just too early for people to be up, but school had in fact started the previous week. It was 11:30 AM on Saturday. Apparently that’s “too early” for people to be awake . . . oh, to be in college again. Sigh.
We wanted to get Mini B a little souvenir of her trip, so we headed to the bookstore.
But it was CLOSED. Seriously?! Closed for the entire Labor Day weekend–whoever heard of such a thing? So maybe next time Mini B . . .
After our excursion, it was time to get ready for the main event: the WEDDING! Mini B took a power nap (3 hours–basically her best nap EVER. Again, we were seriously considering moving into that Hilton) and then put on her party dress and headed out.
Of course, she ended up waiting until we got there to give us a little surprise . . . no worries, though, that just meant a quick diaper change in the car. We’re actually getting pretty good at that maneuver.
Once she was all cleaned up, we passed her off to our babysitter (thanks Auntie Kar-Kar!) and we headed to the ceremony. It was really beautiful–held at the Stone Barn in Kennett Square, PA, the ceremony was just perfect. I’ll let the pictures do the talking . . .
See what I mean? Sigh. Thank you, thank you Leah & Derek for inviting us to be a part of your day!
Well, after the serious stuff was taken care of, it was time to get our party on, and that’s when it became official: Mini B crashed the wedding!
She just had to get in there and see what all the fuss was about. Plus, they had bacon-wrapped scallops. And if there’s one thing Mini B loves–it’s bacon-wrapped scallops ;).
Seriously, though, she had a great time meeting some of the guests, being reacquainted with the “Loop” and also giving her congratulations to Leah & Derek. There also may have been a few celebrities in attendance that may or may not have been slightly enamored with our little peanut . . . but we’ve got to keep those details on the DL. Sorry! 🙂
Unfortunately Mini B was not the best dressed in attendance . . .
Sorry Ian–I just had to do it. It was THAT good.
It was a great time, and once Mini B made her rounds, it was back to Auntie Kar-Kar so that the Mr. and I could enjoy our night out along with everyone else.
There was a fair amount of hoopla, including Derek’s initiation into the Loop . . .
Which basically was the start of things going a bit downhill (this last one is from the after party) . . .
Oh, and just because I thought they were great, here are a couple shots of their wedding cakes (yes–they had three!) . . .
After all the hoopla, we spent a quiet night back at the Hilton Garden Inn (aka our favorite place ever since it somehow put that magic spell on Mini B and got her to sleep extra long) and awoke only slightly hung over . . .
But no worries–we rallied.
Mini B even did a little more hanging out with her new friends . . .
But then it was time to say goodbye and head back to the airport to go home. She did AMAZING on the flight home–slept the entire way!
It was a great trip, but she was happy to be back home . . .
And while we had some trepidation about leaving behind that glorious, glorious Hilton Garden Inn, it all worked out in the end. On our first night home she slept 9.5 hours straight! It was a Labor Day MIRACLE! Of course, it didn’t last–the next night we were back to sleeping in 4 hour chunks. So who knows–maybe we will be moving into that Hilton Garden Inn after all . . .