wedding day

We have a Grand-Bob now! After a beautiful ceremony here at the cabin, held in front of the fireplace (decorated by Mom and me at about 2 a.m.), Becky has a new last name and we have a brand new family member. I am so happy for them because they seem so happy with each other. And we adore Bob and we couldn't be more thrilled that he's part of the family now as well as being part of the 'gang' (meaning that we enjoy hanging out with him because he's fun and fits in with all of us so well).

I don't know what name Dennis will call him. Dennis never knew his Grandpa (Mitchell), and he has two (biological) grandfathers still living that we don't have a relationship with, one of whom has never met him. The word Dennis seemed to settle on by the end of the day was "Bop", a combination of Bob and Pop. I don't know if he'll continue using this name for him or not, but it's awful cute!

Dennis was amazingly good during the first part of the wedding ceremony but got a bit antsy after the welcome and the "I do" vows. He watched the beginning with solemnity (a trait not often seen in toddlers) and I had hope that things would go well. They mostly did. He began wiggling until he saw the flame on the Unity Candle (which intrigued him), and when it was time to exchange rings, Dennis began to giggle. Then he began frantically calling for Froggy and his Great Aunt Karen rushed over to fetch Froggy from the kitchen. He was fine for the rest of the ceremony and then totally hammed up the photos afterward. During a tricky group shot of everyone, the photographer reported that he had stuck a finger up his nose. I was holding the hand that had been in his mouth, but he snuck the other one up there just on the count of three (he knows how to count to three and knew when that picture was going to be taken!). He ran through a couple of posed shots of the happy couple and then I took him downstairs to play with his farm for a while (we brought the whole thing with us). He came back up to seriously enjoy some cake and non-alcoholic champagne, and when he asked for "night night" soon after that, the entire group of us used that time to go change back into our comfy clothes. Dennis napped until he sensed the lasagna coming out of the oven and woke just then to join us for supper. He still had an early night of it, despite my trying to keep him up, and when I caught him trying to climb into his pack and play, I relented and put him to bed. I hope he lets us sleep in just a little bit!

Down at the base of the mountain, it's seven degrees. I have no idea how cold it is up here on top, since none of us want to go crank up the van to see the temperature readout. It's VERY cold. It'll snow on Sunday according to the weather reports. Maybe the bear that attacked the hot tub cover this week has decided now to hibernate. Or maybe the scent of the lasagna plates and dirty diapers we've loaded into the dumpster will torment him (her? them?) so much that we'll be paid another visit. I rather hope not. Dennis can see bears in a zoo, at a safe distance, with bars between him and them (on a warmer day).