The wedding party disappeared for 2 hours after the wedding while I drove around my old stomping grounds allowing Reed to take a nap. Our old house was looking a little rough but I did talk to the people that live there now. After driving around for about and hour, I headed to the reception and tried to keep Reed happy, he was having none of it. He just kept signing "finished" as violently as possible to let me know he was finished with EVERYTHING. He was finished with the wedding, the party, the crackers, the stroller...the entire day in general.
The wedding party FINALLY arrived at which time I found out they had been driving around town in a Hummer Limousine. Millie was with them and she was excited to tell me about the...BIGGEST. CAR. EVER! They stopped to get her some snacks while cruising around the tristate area. Apparently she managed to seal the deal of making everyone in the wedding party her best friends and from what I hear, they all thought she was pretty cool.

It was time to eat and the wait was worth it, Schnitzelbank! I just love Evansville and Jasper weddings because I love Schnitzelbank! I got Millie and Reed all situated with me and then Millie noticed all her New Friends were sitting up front and she wanted to sit with them. So I moved her up to the wedding party table and she was happy.


She got the party started by requesting her favorite song, Whip It, and the only time she left the dance floor the rest of the night was to con a few groomsmen into dancing with her.

I don't even know this guy but he seemed to be her favorite, even over all 4 uncles and Rick.
Reed caught a second wind after the music started and he was loving walking around on the dance floor. I am certain both of my kids suffered hearing damage from the loud music but they had fun. Reed kept slipping in beer puddles and his feet were solid black by the time we left there that night.
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Looks like Millie was the Belle of the Ball! I'm glad you are blogging, because I surely haven't updated in a few weeks.
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