My cousin Nicole got married this past weekend in Crookston. I had no time (or internet connection) to blog, so this is a bit delayed. And if you are thinking, “well, you could have done it Sunday night when you got home!” you would be wrong. I was way too tired. Trishy doesn’t stay up til 11:30 all that often (yes, that sounds lame, I know. But truth be told, I was actually up til almost 2am b/c of a snoring mother and a drunken sister) and I had to just veg out when we finally arrived back home. So here is your better late than never recap of Nicole and Shane’s wedding.
Or not. Avery sat her butt down by the hole and refused to move. We did nothing to help these kids out either. It was too funny to move her! Grandpa was giving Nicole a quiz on Catholicism as she has now joined the Catholic church. Our Grandma Pat is spinning in her grave over this one, Nicole! The
beautiful bride and her beaming mother! Avos
had to be held down and hog tied to stay put during the toasts.
Ellie and Dylan were busy hammin’ it up during the toasts. At this point we had given up trying to control them. Sorry about that Nicole! But in our defense, you can totally blame all this on Uncle Pete. If he hadn’t have moved us from our prime “head table viewing” table, then we wouldn’t have been directly next to the head table. Those stairs were just asking to be played on!
I love the open mouth smiles on them all! Dance time! Ethan and Ellie dominated the dance floor most of the evening.
And that’s it for photos from the wedding. I got sick of hauling my camera around. The bartender even asked if I was the photographer! Figured that was probably my cue to put the camera down and just enjoy the wedding festivities. I did, but not as much as some of my relatives! I felt fabulous Sunday morning! Other people, not so much! Suckers!
Guess what came today? The shoes that match the dress Avery wore on Saturday night. Grrrrr! They sure are cute! Speaking of Avery and cuteness– she went to the dr this morning and she is 23 pounds and 30 1/4 inches tall. Gone are the days of being off the charts (as in, so small that she didn’t even make the chart)!