Marriage of the not my own kind.

Nov 09, 2009 13:51

This weekend was Tori's wedding. It was much nicer than mine. The after party could be summed up in one word: boobs.

The entire weekend contained a lot of booze/drunk. I didn't see my son all weekend, his grandparents kept him. So that was a bit weird, to be away from him for so long. My poor lactating boobs were definitely worse off for it.

Also he woke me up in the 8am hour today, as usual, but Adam woke me up at 6, so I guess I know where to dump the blame of me being tired.

It's so weird my friends are all getting domesticated. Married and babied up and what not. Tori and John have been together forever, but now they're married, and it just seems different somehow. Even though I didn't feel any different after I got married, and I don't think things between us changed at all.

Actually I really enjoy being married, and the more I see other people's relationships, especially military ones, the more I'm pleased with my own.

Today I bit into a small apple, stuck in the fridge for a bit, and then gave it to James for his mouth. He LOVES sucking on the cold apple, it helps his teeth and he always goes for the part I bit into, so he can get some flavor. Best teething toy I've found so far. He cries every time I take his apple away.

james, friends, weekend, wedding, drinking

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