If anyone would like flirting lessons, G will teach you everything you need to know to charm the man of your dreams. Success guaranteed.
We took the girls to their first wedding on Saturday. Well, not their wedding (at nearly 6 months old they are a little young to be settling down), the wedding of a friend. We just went to the ceremony and for drinks with some other people who were invited to the ceremony and evening do (but not the sit-down reception) and the girls were in their element.
We bought little outfits for them to wear – dresses (red and white for G, brown for R), white cardigans and their first tiny leather shoes, G’s in red (very ‘Dorothy’) and R’s in white. They looked absolutely wonderful and looked like little girls for a change.
It was the first time that most of dh’s friends had met the girls and they were lavished with attention. R susses out everyone she meets and decides whether they are worthy of a smile or not. Very occasionally, someone very much to her liking might get a giggle or a bit of babbly chat. A couple of dh’s friends met with her approval and she loved sitting with the grown-ups and feeling part of everything.
G, the more naturally smiley of the two beamed at everyone but paid special attention to one of the ‘best men’. How very ‘Friends’ to have two people playing the role of best man. I digress. The object of G’s affections has always been popular with the ladies at both ends of the age spectrum. His boyish charms have been lost on me for nearly 8 years (he looks a bit too much like Adam from Adam and Joe for my tastes) but on Saturday I started to understand what the fuss was about. I watched as G grabbed his finger and smiled and giggled at him for ages (at one point I swear she was flirting with him!) and I could see why one of my friends went out with him and why he is very rarely single. BTW, he’s single right now if anyone’s interested. I will of course be charging commission if any of you hook up with him…
R and G were extremely well-behaved during the ceremony, aside from a loud burp, an attempt to join in with (and upstage) the vicar and an assault on the order of service during ‘Jerusalem’. We sat at the back near the doors so we could make a quick exit if needed but the girls were angels compared to the 2 year old pageboy who started crying as the bride (fabulous dress) walked up the aisle and sobbed so much that his mother had to come and hold him throughout the service. In fact, he was so loud that no-one at the front could hear the girls. We should have allowed them to babble on.
The ceremony was lovely, the happy couple were adorable and the girls didn’t upstage them – too much… Proud Mummy moment!