My own GPS system

This weekend was really busy and it all ended with our trip to Cape Girardeau (actually Scott City) for the 50th wedding anniversary of Carl's aunt and uncle. It was beautiful reception. Well, let me start with they had a mass, but I didn't make it to that because in the interest of trying to have four kids well behaved at the reception, Carl took the older girls with his parents in their car to the mass while I followed an hour later. The twins napped in the car while I drove to the reception and met the others. It was a good plan for the most part. Unfortunately, an hour and half nap only insured that the twins would be moderately even tempered since they usually take an almost 3 hour nap every day.

Basically, it was a very nice afternoon, but the twins were my own GPS system. If I moved, they hunted me down and when I tried to dance with Carl, they wanted in on the action. We tried to hold them and sort of sway to the music and it didn't work. The babies both wanted me to hold them, which was kind of the theme all evening long. If one wanted up on my lap, they both wanted up. I didn't get to socialize much or even eat dinner since by the time I fed everyone else (with Grandpa and Carl's help), I went through the line and there wasn't anything left. I did get cake.

Before dinner Carl's cousin made a speach and said that the combined total of the wedding party's years of marriage was like 337 years! That's pretty amazing. We were joking at some point this weekend about making 50 years and I said, I'll probably be 10 years past dead at that point. Carl said he would celebrate without me - which was sweet and thoughtful although contradicts our running joke that if I go to our maker ahead of him, he's getting a 20 something bomb shell to replace me. Little does he know that if he goes before me, I think I'll make a great cougar!