out on the town

The boys had a big weekend.
We have a new girl who is helping out with the guys on occasional evenings so Jay and I actually went out to dinner like grown-ups. The fellows did great with Miranda and can't wait for her to come back. (We can't either!)
Cousin Charles got married on Saturday and so we packed up and headed back home for the festivities. We waited until the last minute to put them in their church clothes and so we made it through looking good -- spit and polished. Allan comported himself with great dignity throughout the ceremony (of course). Griffith put on a bit of a show (of course). We'll just say taht he was making a joyful noise. Or joyful noises. And not really unto the Lord. More like unto the people sitting behind him. He is not really totally responsible as he was encouraged in no small part by Uncle Tim, Uncle Mark and Aunt Lisa who were making faces and poking and prodding him. At any rate, we made it through without any great mishaps. The boys were the center of a lot of attention at the reception and were held, cuddled, bounced and passed around. By the time we got back home at 9, Griffith was so tired that he was hardly able to stand himself -- he whined and cried and kicked and squawled. He also slept all night. We can stand a lot of misbehavior at 9, if it means that we get to sleep through the night. Allan just passed out in the car on the way back and then was ready to play at ten. He finally wore out about half-past though and then we were all out like lights.