Cruel and unusual – or “My husband dressed our son in his PJs for a wedding”
Posted under People I love, Witterings
A few weeks ago MrSpud zoomed over to Spain with Bertie for his brother’s wedding. Alas Diggy had just had an operation and couldn’t fly, so I stayed home with him and lay on the sofa really cracked on with lots of chores while MrSpud went off galavanting.
Naturally, as per the internationally approved Mummy Job Description, the joy of packing for the trip fell to me. Packing for trips Chez Spud is known as ‘The Pack’, and is said in a slightly frenetic, high pitched voice…filled with the threat of tears and tantrums from me, and quiet resignation from MrSpud that he will be told at least twice that I am, “NEVER doing this again, YOU do it next time”. Naturally when he offers to take over I huff and puff and yell, “NO you’re NOT doing it!!! You’re not capable, you’ll forget everything.”. At which point he wisely retreats and I yell at him some more for not helping. Seriously, my husband is verging on sainthood for all the grief he gets from me.
Previous episodes of The Pack have been so fraught that I made MrSpud take two days off work this time so that he could entertain the boys while I huffed and puffed and blew the house down. But somewhere along the line The Pack has clearly got less onerus as it only took about 20 minutes without a tantrum in sight. Naturally I took the opportunity of MrSpud being around to lie on the sofa somemore really crack on with some chores.
Now MrSpud, like many men, isn’t the best at dressing our children in anything that even vaguely matches. Left to his own devices he will play it safe and go for, say, a green T Shirt with green trousers and green socks – so that they look like runner beans or something. I considered a Holiday Wardrobe Matrix to help him, stuck to the inside of the suitcase. On reflection I decided this was excessive and potentially a move that could be used against me at some point. So I let him freestyle, with the exception of the outfit for the wedding.
I carefully packed the wedding outfit together: shoes, socks, trousers, shirt and cardigan. And I showed Bertie what he was to wear to the wedding as I put it in the suitcase. Basic schoolgirl error number one: do not trust a 3 year old with critical wardrobe issues.
I considered showing MrSpud the outfit, but instead I described it to him and told him it was all packed together to make it easy for him. Basic schoolgirl error number two: do not trust MrSpud to be listening when you talk to him about critical wardrobe issues.
Fast forward to the day of the wedding. MrSpud unearths what he decides is Bertie’s outfit and attempts to get him dressed. Bertie is a bit grumpy post nap and refuses to take off his pyjamas. “You can’t wear pyjamas to a wedding!” says MrSpud, attempting to jolly the grumpy one along. And then he proceeds to take off his pyjamas and, er, dress him in pyjamas for the wedding. Bertie made valiant attempts to tell his father that he’d selected nightwear for his outfit but his objections were brushed off with a, “No, don’t be silly – they’re not pyjamas, it’s a lovely outfit Mummy has bought for you.”
Pyjamas. My son went to his uncle’s wedding in pyjamas. MrSpud defended his choice by saying that everyone thought Bertie looked lovely and that no one noticed he was in pyjamas. Cross examination of a few guests revealed that, er, everyone knew he was wearing pyjamas.
Look at the picture; the T shirt has matching shorts. They are SO obviously pyjamas. And were worn with navy blue socks and red sandals. The whole outfit was a disaster. Check out my sister-in-law’s wedding dress, isn’t it amazing? Later, she and MrSpud’s brother wowed everyone with a full-on, serious flamenco dance as their first dance. You can’t see MrSpud’s brother in this photo, he’s entirely obscured by my 3 year old…he’s, well, a little on the little side too. Runs in the family you see.
Oh gosh…peeing-my-pants-kind-of-funny!
Bertie looks quite happy though! ;)
That dress is quite something!
And those pj’s are quite cute. And clearly pj’s!
Kudo’s to MrSpud for taking his 3 yr old on an international trip though, even if the outfits got a little weird …
He’s adorable. If I get married again, I might just have to wear some pj’s.
years later no one will care what he wore, just that you were there. :)
that is totally hilarious. i usually let “that girl” pack my suitcase and end up without essential items like deodorant and clean underwear (or any underwear at all, not even dirty ones), but with non-essential items like a box containing ink, rocks, crochet hooks and yarn. but there’s always pajamas. see, pajamas in public works for me. :-)
He looks adorable anyway!! AND you’ve seen where your errors happened and we’ve all learnt the lessons… hopefully!
I’ve been trying to comment for a few minutes now. Can’t. Am laughing too hard.
I aim to please ;-) x
I’ve been cackling like a loon at this.
This is MrHalo in about 2 years’ time. You mark my words.
By the way, I love the date on the photo. Jan 1st 2003. Has Bertie been held in stasis for 6 years?!
OMG the photo is missing now but the story is hilarious at least you have the excuse that you weren’t there and Mr Spud is the fashion culprit
It’s so cute! It’s not conventional, but it reminds me of my little cousin who wanted to wear a batman outfit to a family wedding. When we said he couldn’t, he said “everyone else is wearing their favouritest fings, why can’t i?”