Wedding Day

Last night, Knut’s brother got married to his sweetheart who he’s been with since 7th or 8th grade.  I forget.  They met in one and started dating in the other, I think?  I’m shamed to say that I did not get a picture of the bride and groom to share, but I had pity on those poor people who went through hours of picture taking.  Congratulations to Lars and Molly!

Yesterday in our family was pretty crazy.  I had to work in the morning to get Silje and my hair done before we headed out to the church.  I changed the kids when we got there, and I’m glad we decided to do that.  There were 2 major spills in the car on the way out.  It’s just too typical.  I got the boys some little suits at the kids’ consignment store about an hour away.  Well, the girls got their dresses too, so I guess that’s our store!

Taking pictures with the bride and groom and their nieces and nephews was quite an ordeal because there are now 11 ages 8 and under.  We remembered that the last time one of Knut’s siblings got married, Silje was the only grandchild at the time, and I was pregnant with David.  Those were simpler times back then.

Knut’s sister, Rondi, was smart and brought the movie “Up” for the kids to watch at the church while they waited a few hours between pictures and the ceremony.  I ended up having to leave the ceremony because Solveig was screaming for joy.  Silje and David had the job of handing out programs.  They did fabulous.

The reception was at a golf course, and we had wonderful treats, cupcakes, food, and to top it off, my kids’ favorite part: the dance!  The boys had a tough time waiting for the music to start, and ended up wrestling nearly non stop.  I think with a whole day having to sit still and be quiet and strange people and places, they needed to burn off some steam.  So I just let them.

Pictures of the dance didn’t turn out too well.  Knut’s dad never dances at these things ever.  Silje mentioned to me during the meal that she wanted to dance with grandpa.  Trying to let her down easy, I explained to her that Grandpa never dances.  Wide eyed, she said, “Never?”  To reinforce my point, I said, “Yes, I’d pay you $2 if you could get Grandpa to dance.”  Well, she did it.  It drew quite a crowd.

The kids danced non-stop.  Knut pulled me out there too, and we had so much fun!  The band there was amazing and I loved them and the good ol’ songs they played.  David has a break dance style that usually got a circle around him cheering, and Elias pretty much went to town too.  It was the cutest thing ever.  My other favorite moment of the night, was seeing our pastor take Solveig from my arms and groove with her out there to the tune “Play Than Funky Music, White Boy.”

On the lows, Solveig was so clingy all day, so my back began to hurt.  I fell in the parking lot to the reception, and skinned my knee and twisted my ankle a bit.  Not enough to keep me from dancing, so it couldn’t have been too bad.  David bruised his knee once, dancing and had to sit out 2 songs.  I’m told he had a failed cartwheel out there.

Bringing the kids home was a hoot as I’m not sure I’ve ever seen all 4 of them so tired.  Knut stayed to the end, but I went home to put them to bed.  It was about a 30 minute hysterical operation as none of them could wake up.  It’s 9:30am here, and Elias is still sleeping.  I should probably wake him up eventually.

Today so far is restful.  I’ve been drinking water like crazy since I’m certain I didn’t get enough yesterday.  The kids haven’t melted down over anything yet, so that’s good.

Welcome to our crazy family, Molly.