Not What I Envisioned

Leaving town Thursday morning we felt good, we weren't rushed, and all was well. This was starting to look like an easy adventure; traveling to Atlanta with a two year old. We lost an hour which wasn't great, but nothing to complain about. Hey, our baby boy just traveled 9 hours and was a rockstar the entire way with only an hour nap. No complaints. Night one in the hotel room was another success.
Friday morning Brody woke us up, we got ready and ate a big breakfast. Next up, were the horses. Matt, the groom (& one of Justin's best friends), took us to this amazing "farm" where his soon-to-be wife trains horses, gives lessons, and trains for events. This place was incredible. Matt got a beautiful white horse all ready for Brody to sit on and he wouldn't do it. B would just cling to Justin with a death grip when we would try to put him up. Our adventurous, up-for- anything, usually fearless little boy was not so fearless. He loved petting the horse and talked up a big game, but when it came down to it, he wouldn't sit on the horse. We'll start small with a pony next time.
Friday night was the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. I'm kicking myself for not taking a picture at either location. This would be the last time Bub and I see the wedding party and venue. I was doing my best to keep up with B. Just picture it: an outside wedding, downtown, old historic house, me 29 weeks pregnant waddling around after a rambunctious two year old. B did pretty good following directions, and he had everyone wrapped around his finger. It was pretty ridiculous. The rehearsal dinner was gorgeous. Mrs. Betsy, Matt's mom, had several gifts for B (they spoiled him) and at each place setting was a gift with a note. Thoughtful. Unfortunately, this is around the time our luck ran out. During the speeches B was screaming and squealing (he thought it was funny). To make a long story short, by 9:00 we were on the third course of our meal and Justin had to take B to the car while I waited on them to box up our food. We ate our meal in the hotel room and then crashed.
Saturday, 2:30 am, I woke up to my son throwing up and laying in it. Poor thing wasn't even going to cry or wake up. I'll spare you all the details, but lets just say it was bad. Justin ended up getting sick as well. The next day is a blur. Again, I'll spare the details. Matt called one of his doctor friends to call in Justin some phenergan so he could make it to the wedding. B wasn't able to make it. We stayed in the hotel room pretty much all day. Huge bummer. No park, no shopping, no enjoying the gorgeous weather. Everyone was SO sad that B wouldn't be there. We all wanted to see him decked out in his adorable tux. Thankfully, he gets a second chance in a couple months.
We were equally ready to be home Sunday. Brody and Justin are feeling better, but not the best. Here's to hoping this stomach virus is over.