Showing posts with label wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wedding. Show all posts

Pater: A wedding of firsts

Posted by Pater , Sunday, June 18, 2017 4:19 AM

Avocado Juniors, a wedding is such an exciting, happy, emotional and wonderful day, particularly when it's a wedding of firsts, like your Cousin Toronto's big day:  Mater's oldest niece is the first of the next generation of children to get wed; this is the first time you are attending a wedding; and the first time you are getting to march down the aisle!!!

So yes, a very happy day.  But also a very emotional one!  AJ1, have you noticed recently how Mater has taken to hugging you more, and for longer, than usual?  Do you think it may have something to do with her struggling to reconcile her memories of the little girl she saw grow up, with the young lady about to be wed?  Suffice to say, this is the reason Pater is penning this post - he can't risk Mater short circuiting the keyboard as she views the photos and the tears come streaming down!!!
Thankfully, on the day itself a severe dose of beta blockers prevented Mater's mascara from running, and so our only concern was if, the promise of Lego (for AJ2) and a life living with the local raccoon family (for AJ3), would last through family photos...
...and then the march itself (sorry AJ4 that you got benched; we had to focus all our energies on AJ3 not going rogue)...
Thankfully the answer to both was yes, and so with your jobs done (and the Lego Promise/Raccoon Threat still hovering over AJ2&3), we could enjoy the best wedding ever!
Mazel tov to the new Mr and Mrs Cousin Toronto from the Avocado Hasses!!!!


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Pater: A whirlwind in England

Posted by Pater , Monday, March 23, 2015 2:14 AM

Dear Mater

After a whirlwind three day tour, AJ3 and I are on our way home from Blighty!  While our bundle of joy is sleeping, Pater thought he'd take the chance to write and tell you everything that happened.

If you recall, you were less than pleased with Pater's original suggestion that we should fly to England to visit Grandma and Grandpa London and attend Pater's friend's wedding.  Was it separation anxiety? Mistrust of Pater's parenting capability?  Or just fear that AJ3 would come back with bad teeth?  Either way, getting him out of your arms at the airport was not an easy task...
But thankfully, Pater managed to prise AJ3 out of your untrusting arms, positioned him for a quick strategic photo...
...and then we were off..
...or rather nodding off...
Staying at Grandma London is always amazing (as AJ2 will remember)... 
....and AJ3 quickly found that having cupboard loads of toys back home may be great, but nothing beats a good old bowl and spoon for hours of fun...
Before you ask, yes, the three suitcases of t-shirts, sleepers, trousers, shirts, sweaters and shoes were all utilised.  Promise.
We had just enough time to say "jet lag" and then it was off to see Grandpa London.  Grandfather and grandson quickly saw eye to eye on each visit during our trip...
AJ3 loved spending time with his grandparents but he knew the fun didn't end there.  A quick bath, some cologne and a snazzy bow tie, and he was ready for his first wedding (NB please pack glue or nails next time to keep those bloody shoes on)...
 ...though AJ3 was a little disheartened to discover a total lack of 1 year old girls for him to show off his bow tie and Canadian accent to...
As quickly as we arrived, we had to leave (to your relief no doubt).  With no broken bones, mismatched outfits or catastrophic disasters of any kind, we made it back to Heathrow and onto the plane home...
...not that AJ3 remembers much of the journey...
Travelling is always fun, but I think AJ3 will agree that coming home is always better...

Love Pater

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