Can't we freeze them this way?

Last weekend we attended a wedding, and well, in a nutshell, it was a disaster. We tried to put naps off until later in the afternoon to ensure kids that would be happy to eat later, stay up later, maybe even dance the night away. . .Peyton only slept 45 minutes, when he's used to about 2 hours, and while Gracyn slept fine, she wasn't happy to put on tights, in fact we had to take them off, and quite frankly she was opposed to wearing the most beautiful little dress that I had her try on in the morning, mind you, to ensure she'd be okay with it.

Somehow Gracyn had a set back. Maybe it was the bag I used that night to tote their stuff around (I used it in Taiwan and it had a bad affect, but I forgot. . .) or perhaps it was the family that she saw in line at the bar that were speaking in Mandarin. Or, maybe it was the coke towards the end of the evening which served as a "pick-me-up" at 8:45PM. It resulted in a terrible, terrible night of restless sleep. I know, I know, why in the world did we let her have the "brown soda" - well, because she likes it better than the clear stuff, and she's clearly had it before, and it makes her happy. I don't give it her in her bottle or anything! I swear. (I won't post any pictures of either of them drinking soda - I don't want anyone to turn me in!) Let's remember, although this is out of order, during the ceremony, I had one kid with no shoes on, 2 kids munching LOUDLY on crackers, 2 kids fighting over the yellow lollipop (oops, yep, I use those too!), legs that hurt from crouching down in red heels and a short dress, and a kid in the bathroom who barely made it back for the big family photo! Sounds like I have like 6 kids, huh?

We survived the night, but only one kid and one parent made it out the door for church on Sunday. That would be me and Peyton. He enjoyed and needed some "Mommy and Peyton" time. During fellowship I had him pick out a table for us to sit at, and guess what? He picked a small table set for 2! He reminded me all day how much he loves me. My sweet, sweet baby boy. . .well, he's growing up. Apparently after the wedding, and just plain ole gettin' older, he had a lot of questions including:

Mom, why do boys and girls dance together?
Mom, why do we have to get marriage? (yes, marriage, not married)
Mom, was I in your tummy? (He thought he was from Taiwan!)

Great questions my big boy, great questions. . .Can't we just freeze them as little people so they don't ever have to grow up?