Mr. GB and I are that couple. That couple that your kids love to see because our house is filled to the brim with candy and has all the coolest toys. We buy kids whatever they want, spoil them rotten, and then send them home pouting and saying “but THEY let me do _____!! How come you’re not as cool as they are!?” Mr. GB claims he’s going to designate a wall in our house as the “art” wall, where he’ll let the kids draw all over it and send them home with the supplies to make art at their own house. Wrong wrong wrong!
However, we don’t want children of our own. It comes as a shock to most of our friends and family, and they’ve been hearing it for years, but still believe we’ll change our mind. We have our reasons – usually we like to lightheartedly say, “Can you imagine Mr. GB’s huge nose on my tiny featured face? We can’t have children knowing they’d have to go through life with a face like that!” Sometimes I say, “Because it hurts. A lot.” But honestly, we have many real reasons for our decision, many of which are easily dismissed with “just wait, you’ll come around.”
As we’ve been married longer and more people around us are having kids, most of our friends don’t bother; they figure it’ll happen eventually. But strangers/people we’re not as close to think there is actually something psychologically, emotionally wrong with me. I’m a soul-less monster and a disgrace as a woman for not wanting children. I should be handing in my vagina and resigning. They have even taken it as an attack on them that we don’t want children; they get defensive and angry.
I have been to some weddings which did not live up to the bride and groom’s expectations.
No, we’re not talking invitations or flowers or even cake here. I’m talking about one of those things that you spend hours and hours planning for but still sometimes can’t really control – the guest list.
Unfortunately, at these weddings, once the reception began, no one got the hilarious jokes during the wedding party’s speeches and no one hit the dance floor or did an impromptu locomotion routine around the room and there was no fun after-party.
Since the actual party is a big part of our wedding vision, I vowed our wedding guest list would be 90% made up of our friends who really know how to party.
Considering we sent out about 120 invitations I felt 63 yes-s (thus far) was pretty damn good. Or so I thought. … read more
We didn’t invite every kid in our life as a guest to the wedding, although it is starting to feel like we are planning a circus. But who doesn’t love a circus (without the clowns)?
These cases of fun are for the three eight/nine year old girls. I included some little goodies from Bath and Body Works (Bubble Gum lip gloss, Sweet Pea lotion, a plastic pocket mirror), a bouncy ball and a card game in a Paper Source suitcase. Our four year old attendant will receive a coloring book game, markers and other fun drawing supplies. Their ballet flats and a sweet little headband from twigs and honey will also be included before we hand them over.
Knowing that we were planning on having kids at our wedding, I decided to make little activity kits to keep them out of trouble. I bought these colorful lunch box looking plastic cases for $2 each at Michaels: … read more
Our hoped-for reception venue is tiny, so Mr. Tulip and I are finally getting serious about making an invitation list for The Big Day. And I have discovered that, on my side of the equation, there are roughly sixty adults with THIRTY children! (Mr. T’s side has ONE child!) Apparently, my friends and family are a fertile lot….
My cutie nephew, Gaige. (Sadly, he lives 1,700 miles away from me…)
This is the most personal thing I’ve ever shared in all my years of blogging. And I thought long and hard before deciding to share this with weddingbee readers, because it’s intensely personal (my mom will probably think I’m crazy). But if I can help some people and change some opinions, it’ll be worth it.
At the end of April this year, I found out that I was pregnant. Mr. Bee and I were overjoyed, and I immediately got to work launching Babybee, as it had been part of the master plan when weddingbee was but a twinkle in my eye. But shortly thereafter, I suffered a miscarriage.
It was a terrible couple of months emotionally and physically, as I continued to have very strong pregnancy symptoms even after my doctor told me I would soon miscarry. But the worst part of it all, was the relentless “When are you going to have kids?” and “When are you going to launch Babybee?” questions from friends, family members, acquaintences, and complete strangers. It was a constant reminder of what I felt like was my failure.
That is my husband’s (eeeee, just getting used to saying that!) term of endearment for me regarding my absolute infatuation with babies. I love ’em. They smell great — like baby powder, milk, and sweetness. They’re soft. They’re adorable. I can pretty much find a baby in any crowd and make eyes with them the whole time.
Don’t get me wrong — I know that babies aren’t always fun and games. I used to really not want to have children and if I did, not for years and years. Over the last year, Mr. Pearl and I have talked a bunch about having a baby. It was fun when it was what we would talk about — how our biracial baby would be super cute with the potential for green eyes, how our baby would be so smart, how it would be bilingual.
I don’t hate babies. I don’t hate children. But I am incredibly uncomfortable and nervous around them, I don’t really know what to do with them. Mr. Gummibear loves watching me when I’m forced to interact with children. My best friend from elementary school placed her 5 month old little girl on my lap… I just stared at her silently. Mr. GB says to interact, but I just freeze, afraid I’m going to break it. He’s fine, he loves well behaved children – and particularly my friend’s son and daughter.
He wanted to have children at the wedding, at least a ring bearer and flower girl, but we didn’t know any children. A few months after the above awkward event, he asked me if we could ask her about having her two children as part of the ceremony. I told him that her son is a good age, but her daughter is only 1 as of this year, but they are both very very well behaved and really wonderful, so I imagine that if it were possible, they’d be perfect.
Determined, Mr. GB came up with the idea of having her daughter ride in a flower decorated radio flyer being pulled by her brother.