Wedding Bells

My cute sister, Lara, was married on February 16th. I made the trip alone with the kids since Jonny had to work. People on the airplane on the way there kept telling me, "You're brave to travel with two little kids all alone." I told them, "Brave or crazy - it's hard to say which, and if I wasn't crazy to begin with I will be by the time we get there." Truer words were never spoken, but that's a whole other story...

I'm going to do bullets to consolidate:

-Lara was and is sooooo beautiful. Dean always says that she got the majority of the good-looking genes in the family and I have to agree (no offense other siblings). Beautiful pictures of the bride and groom here.

-All wedding activities were just lovely.

-Emma could not get enough of brides, temples, white dresses, princes, and her own princess dress that she wore to the reception.


-The day before the wedding the girls all got together for pedicures at my mom's house. Emma had her first one - I'm trying to raise the child right.









-Emma had a blast playing in the snow with her Grandpa (she pronounces it Krampa).







-And with her cousins.







-We made a separate trip to the temple so Miss Emma could see it. She was with a babysitter during the wedding so she missed out on all that and could not be satisfied until she was there. Her #2 requested bedtime song is "I Love to See the Temple." #1 is "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."


-The craziness involved the fact that Emma got a sinus infection and impetigo, and Matthew got RSV and a staph infection (I promise we don't live in some bacteria-laden squalor...). There was no sleep to be had and I am afraid I was a little bit of a stressed out wack-a-doo. A special thanks to my mom, who also got sick from helping me in the middle of the night with my children, and all my siblings who helped me take care of my kids.

-On a brighter note, we ate at Cafe Rio, Italian Place, and Mi Ranchito twice each and we ate at Crown Burger as well. Hopefully that will last me another 6 months or so until I am in Utah again and can get a fix.

-We arrived home only slightly worse for the wear (my flat iron did not fair so well...nor did my back pack, which didn't arrive until the next day) and were sooooooo happy to see Jonny! Nothing like being separated to really make us appreciate each other.