Many moons ago, we got invited to the wedding of our friends, Alex and Lauren, that would take place on June 28th. At the time, I thought Anders would be around a month old, and that it would be a great time to take our first night out as a couple, sans kid. I arranged for my mom and dad to babysit before Anders was even born, and as I became due and then, overdue, I kept saying to myself that we still would make the wedding. And then the reality of the situation became that we were going to have to leave our two week old.

No, I'm not trying to be dramatic in this picture; my dad actually caught me in a moment of "shushing" Anders. Before we left, I was trying to get him to nap while running around the condo in my heels doing last minute things like showing my mom how to screw on the bottle nipple and writing down the pediatrician's number. And I ended up having to hand-off Anders to my dad:
I think this may be the first time that Dad held him!
We left the house at 5:10 for a 5:30 wedding with Felix remarking "I wonder if this is going to be a Chinese wedding, or an American wedding." This meant he wondered if the wedding was going to start on-time (American) or 1 hour late (Chinese). Lauren and Alex are both American (though, um, so are most of the Chinese people we know...), but I think they both minored in East Asian Studies, so the jury was still out ;)
The wedding started on-time and was gorgeous, it was in a beautiful Episcopal Church,...and I have no pictures. Though, I do have a picture of our friends we sat next to at dinner:

That's Stephanie and Keoni. We were just at their wedding down in Pebble Beach last year. Seems like forever ago and just yesterday. Keoni and Felix got in a long conversation about tying Anders' right arm behind his back so that he'll become a left-handed pitcher. Or maybe tying his right arm behind his back for a few years, and then his left for a few years so he'll become ambidextrous. Sounds great, guys...
Meanwhile, back on the home front, Anders took his first bottle:
I was stressing about this event all evening because if he didn't take the bottle, we would have to come right home. But when I called home (yes, for the third time during the wedding...), he had just woken up and slurped the thing down in 10 minutes. Well, with how Felix and I love food, it isn't a surprise that he's a good eater.
Well, we did have to leave the wedding early, but we made it through dinner (though, my cellphone was on vibrate in my lap in case my parents called...) and had a lot of fun. And he seemed pretty happy when we got home.
So, all in all, we were gone from him for about 5 hours. Pretty impressive, huh?
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