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Saving Graces

This Saturday was a first for us.  It was the first time the hubs and I attended a wedding with a Bug.  The short version of the story is that Bug did not nap.  Not once.  Not even for 5 seconds.  You can only imagine what the long version was like.  Our only saving graces from a tantrum-prone Bug were two twins, a coloring book, a big cousin who can now carry Bug (which saved Mommy and Daddy's arms), and a DJ.

Before I show pictures, I should give credit to my brother for taking them because for the first time ever, I was camera-less.  :/  I didn't even get a chance to snap photos with my phone.  Hey, I had to bring a Bug to a wedding and I did not know what I was in for.  I couldn't let a camera hold me back from my Mommy duties. (Did you know my phone battery lasts almost two days when I'm with my family?  Obviously we know who I'm in constant contact with.) 

My cousin, John and his beautiful wife, Rachel!

This girl walked up and down the aisle the entire ceremony, talking to everyone in every aisle.
 



My Goddaughter, Sophia.  She is so cute.  Fact:  Sophia calls every baby girl "Ella".  How cute is that?!?!?


Not one smile from this nap-less Bug.  All.  Day.  
Fact:  This was the first time EVER that Bug was able to wear a headband for more than five seconds before ripping it out of her hair.  Mommy wins. 

Fact:  The night before, we were trying on dresses (did I mention my daughter HATES dresses?) and this was the only winner.  After some "Mommy, no, no, no, Mama, no!" and thrashing of arms, we took off the dress.  Bug picked it up and kicked it across the room.  Wow.  Bug wins.

Fact:  She still had to wear the dress in to the wedding.  We changed her in the parking lot.  Mommy wins.

Fact:  For the reception she wore a cotton dress.  Bug wins.

Fact:  It had ruffles that she hated.  Mommy wins.

My daughter loves to dance.  After some tantrums (since it was way beyond her bedtime), she couldn't wait to make her way onto the dance floor.  Who knew the DJ would be the one to save the day?  Now, trying to get her off the dance floor to head home was an even bigger issue.  She did not want to leave.

The twins even sat with Bug and colored to keep her from screaming.  It worked.  They are so amazing with her.  I am so thankful Bug has such loving cousins who look out for her.  Even when their own dad, Uncle Kyle was torturing Bug with kisses, they would scream, "Stop it, Daddy!  Don't!"  They are so protective of her and always want her to be happy.  Ha.

Then there's Miss Kaycee.  It's so strange to be that she's old enough to carry a baby, considering she was all of our baby at one time.  Sometimes it's hard to see (denial) that she's growing up.  WAH!  I mean, really...check out her dress.  That is a dress of a pre-teen.  WAH!

I'm holding my Goddaughter while she's asleep.  This is what it's like to have two kids.  Hmm.  Two seconds later, Bug got jealous and insisted I remove her from my arms.  She stood next to my chair, pointing her finger, telling Sophia to "GO!"  I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Bug needs a sibling. :/

New parents and their night off.  Baby Lo was with her grandma.  :)

Congrats to my cousin and his new wifey.  Despite all of the tantrums Bug threw because she was so tired and insisted she NOT nap, we still had a great time.  I love when my entire family gets together (immediate and extended).  We have a ball and we have so much fun.  I wish we all weren't so busy being adults so we could do this more often.  The next day, my brother and his family went back to Sacramento.  (Boooo!)  The rest of us recovered from our night of fun.  When we got home last night, we took Bug out of her car seat and put her into her crib.  (We attempt to do this often.)  For the first time EVER...she did not wake up.  If that doesn't indicate how much fun we had, I'm not sure what does.

God Bless,
Kat


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