On December 30, my little brother, Migue got hitched! He has been with his (then) girlfriend for over 3 years... and I take all the credit. If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't have even noticed one another.
It all started at Bernardo and Victoria's wedding, in early 2007. I asked Alaina what was up with the guys in her life and she gave me a typical answer, "Guys are retarded". To which I replied, "Not all, have you seen my brother lately?" Migue and Alaina had known each other as children at our church, but it had been years since they'd seen one another because our then church split and our families went their separate ways. So I re-introduced them. Later, on our way to the reception, I asked Migue what he thought of her. He said, "She's cute and nice, but really young right?" He thought she was still in high school! I corrected his mistake and told him he had BETTER talk to her at the reception. I warned him that if he didn't talk to her, I was going to tell his MOTHER! This got his butt in gear, and he spent most of the reception trying to find out more about her. The rest... it's history. But as you can clearly see, it's all because of me! hah!
The ceremony was long because it was translated from English to Spanish. And once again, how do we keep our toddler entertained, quiet and seated for an hour and a half? FOOD! Marco stuffed his face with cookies throughout the ENTIRE ceremony. He even shared with his cousins, Sophia and Kevin. Moms of toddlers, always be prepared with snacks... for your child and everyone else's as well.
The reception was absolutely beautiful. The decorations were gorgeous, the speeches were lovely and the dances made me cry. Everything had been calm and serene, until the music started. Marco. Went. Nuts.
What can I say, I guess I just have a little party animal on my hands. (He gets that from MY side of the family... for sure). As soon as the music began to play, he started bouncing in his high chair and wanting down. He practically jumped out of the chair in order to get on the dance floor. He doesn't mess around.
He would move his feet really fast and then when the beat would shift, he'd pick up one foot and slowly plant it down.
My boy's got moves!