A baby naming somehow turned into a wedding

I am back. I am still reeling over the "tongue" comment I heard yesterday. What can I say? I am a sick puppy.

I have to mention something here. I was a part of something I thought to be very cool yesterday. An old friend of mine, Ike, who I have known since the first grade had a baby. Well, his "girlfriend" had one and the claim is that it is his. He has been seeing her for close to 20 years. They are not married and had bought a house together. I had not seen Ike's family (parents and sister) in close to 25 years, near as I can remember.

Anyway, it was the July long weekend in these parts and I had gone to work out on the Saturday. I was heading to our friends' home and pool and drove by my brother's house. He was outside and asked if "Ike" had a baby. He then went on to tell me about the birth announcement in the paper and it was Ike. I told the wife when I arrived at our friends' house and checked the birth announcement for myself.

I had meant to get Ike's phone number to wish him well and all that good stuff, but forgot to ask the good doctor for the number. I let it all pass as my mental capacity is obviously shrinking or was always non-existent with these social things.

Last week, Ike calls to invite us to the baby naming. With my mother in law not feeling so well, the Wife chose not to go. So, I went with the Lad. He went for the food. This is where I am not so sure if he is MY son. Food is well down on my list of things to do, usually. Sex and sleep always came higher with sex while I sleep the ultimate in multi-tasking.

The interesting thing was that Ike had said on many occassions that he was not going to get married and he was not going to have children. His girlfriend has a degree in ECE (early childhood education) and yet was not with a guy who was into children, or at least his own (that did not come out sounding too good, did it?). Anyway, I was shocked that they had had a baby. It was nice to see.

I got to see Feds and family and the good doctor and his family. The baby naming ceremony was done and then Ike asked his woman, for lack of a better label, to marry him. He had arranged this all. Suddenly, the baby naming became a surprise wedding. It was all very cool!

I did have two questions though. One was that his new bride and the new mother was carrying the baby. She did not have the traditional bouquet of flowers, so I wondered and asked if that meant she would be tossing the baby instead. The other practical thing that I voiced was that we had brought a gift for the baby, but had come empty handed for the wedding. I know we were all in that boat, but still, it felt socially awkward at some level.

It was all very nice, though the Lad was a little impatient (and hungry) as we waited for them to set up the wedding ceremony,

I Ike and Lori, and little Maegen Rose, all the best.

I also got to reconnect with Ike's family. It was cool, as I was flooded with memories of my childhood. I remember their old house. It has since been used a marijuana grow house. I recall his mother's green Cutlass from about 30 years ago. She was telling the Lad that she knew me when I was much younger than he. I do not think she realized how young the lad really is (there was really a four year difference, I met Ike when I was 6 and the Lad is 10) but he is very tall, so he looks older than his 10 years.

It was cool to me in the most personal of ways. I am thankful that he thought enough of me to invite me to the whole event. I know that I had invited him/them to our wedding because of our past and the fact that through the good doctor we would sometimes see him/them. The contact was there and the history.

Well, I am done. Ciao!