Ah, wedding season has arrived. Mitch's family is very big, and most of his zillion nephews and nieces are of marrying age, so we generally go to 3 or 4 weddings (at least) every year. The girls think this is awesome. The boys? Not so much. They've all learned to make a mad dash for the tables at the reception to see what treats are spread about. Jackpot with personalized M&Ms! And, below. Wedding. Cheesecake. When I saw that, I wanted to marry the bride.
The girls popping wedding bubbles with a second cousin.
I was snuggling Mitch just the way Olivia is, above, and as soon as she saw me move away, Little Electra took my place.
Dear God,
Why are weddings so long? Why is there so much talking? Why does it take so long to get to the cutting of the cake? Why does my mom make me wear my shirt tucked in and these stupid, shiny shoes? When will it be my turn to play Tetris on mom's cell phone? How many times can I get away with asking if we can leave yet before my mom makes me do the Makarena for punishment? Love, Jack
Yesterday we spent the day spring cleaning, hauling 8 bags of clothes/toys out of the kids' rooms to pass along. Jack said it was a great day.
You had me at "Little Electra"
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