September 2, 2001 - Sunday
The village where the wedding was is fair enough from our house, as well as those of my siblings and parents, that we all stayed the night in a lodge outside the village. In the morning we all got together for "beechee," Harry's initial try at saying breakfast, and he did fabulously with the eggs, pancakes, sausages, and bananas his mother and I picked from our plates.

Later in the afternoon, we drove to an informal party at the bride and groom's house, and that meant a lot of time in the car for Harry in one day. But, he didn't seem to mind. We told him that it was another party (we'd talked about the wedding itself as a party and Harry remembered the neighborhood party a week ago) and he seemed happy to go.


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