Sad and Scared

We had a wedding this weekend.

Isaiah did really well for much of the event.

Hours of cocktails and he smiled affably or slept looking angelic while I played the plant stand holdinging him in a car seat for all to see. People came from across the room to ogle him. Its truly amazing to see. After endless cooing, petting, holding, and prodding from family and strangers alike, the little man was holding up strong...

...until we went in for dinner where a DJ was kicking out the jams...

He did not like that. Not one bit.

Up until that point, I had not really seen him scared. There were a couple dozen people at the house waiting the day that he came home, so he is used to crowds. And we've taken pains to let others hold him so that he would get would be comfortable around other people. But a room full of people with music blaring proved to be a stumbling block for him. I sat outside with him looking out the MidAmerica Club windows in the Aon Center (which is a breath-taking view, BTW, especially looking down on the Prudential Towers...wow). Normally Isaiah is transfixed by lights, but even the glittering city before him was not enough to calm the poor little guy. That's him utterly destroying my tie to the right. Between the sucking on it and his using it as some sort of safety lifeline, the silk did not have a chance.

And as you can guess, I don't really want to see that look anymore...