I took some pictures and we walked around a bit and enjoyed some freedom. Then we went back upstairs and found Tara (and I got a breather). The boys amused themselves by stealing ice from the bartenders' beer cooler (it amused the bartender, too, who told someone, "Yeah, they work for me. Hey, man, pass me a Lite"). We hung around for a long time, during which time Jonathan and Andrew ran around, wrestled, and tried to keep out of trouble. Or in trouble. It's a viewpoint thing.
After another (long) wait, I invited Jonathan to go do some more exploring while Tara took Andrew. This was just what the doctor ordered. Without Andrew to hold him back, Jonathan was in hog heaven. Besides, this kept his mind off his stomach!
Finally it was time to eat. Or so we thought. At least it was time to be seated. We found ourselves back in the corner with the cousins. There's just something about trying to be a proper parent while "the other kids" are just allowed to run wild, to scream, etc. I'm sure some of you know all about that. Anyway, the salads and breads didn't do much for anyone's hunger, so we went for another walk, this time just indoors. Jonathan amused himself by playing with the placecards of those who didn't show up.
Then it really was time to eat, and the caterers graciously provided children's meals for Jonathan, Andrew, Cassidy, Marek, and Seamus (the last three being the cousins). I was extremely impressed and very happy about it, as I hadn't really seen Jonathan eating chicken marsala (Andrew, on the other hand...).
After we ate, it was (as usual at a wedding) dancing time. Jonathan loved it. He was a dancing machine!
The boys did really well, and when it was finally time to go back to the cottage, we were all beat!