Wedding

We went to my little cousin's wedding last weekend. It was a good wedding and she planned the whole thing! Drake loved the dancing. We slow-danced, did the chicken dance, and YMCA. He also liked to go outside, I think the music may have been too loud. As you can see, Drake liked drinking the sparkling apple cider. I've tried to get him to drink it in the past, but I think he was more willing to try it because everyone had a glass, and it was in a fancy glass.

The second picture is Drake in front of the cake. He has a strange smile when you ask him to smile for the camera. I tried to get him to wear a collared, button-down shirt but he refused and insisted on wearing his monster shirt. I like it when he picks his own clothes, I take it to mean that he is taking control of his life and it gives him a sense that he has some control. I used to think, wouldn't it be great to be a kid again. Then, when Drake has a tantrum or whines about not wanting to do something that he has to do, it makes me think that for him life isn't as easy as I remember when I was a kid. It's a matter of perspective. Being an adult isn't fun sometimes, and neither is being a kid.

Here is a picture of Drake the day after his party playing with the balloons. He liked to be buried in a pile of balloons and hear us looking for him. Then he would burst out of the pile and say "Here I am!" What a fun game.