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8/16/10

Why is it that we can't leave the hotel (any hotel) in  a good mood? It seems that every single time we go somewhere over night, we have a great time while we're there but when it comes to leaving the hotel? Never a good ending.

We had a great time at Mandy's wedding this weekend. The girls were great in their role as flower girls. Matt and Mandy got married at the top of the little hill leading to the barn and the guests all sat on hay bales. It was a great ceremony and there were no major meltdowns. Not from my batch of children at least.

Wishing well at the farm
The reception (or respetion as Baby Girl calls it) was great. The kids got to do a scavenger hunt and though they thought there was a prize at the end of it all, alas, there was not. Not a single person knew what the hell they were talking about, especially the children themselves. The kids did the Chicken Dance (banned at my wedding) and we all did the Hokey Pokey. Baby Girl fell in love with the kitties. All eleventyhundred of them but especially the beloved orange tabby. She spotted a grey one that she hadn't gotten to know yet and lamented that she has to wait to introduce herself. I promised her that I would bring her down soon for a girl's weekend and she could talk to the kitties for hours on end.

I think the kids had a good time. CeeCee loved the attention from every single person other and Phia was an outstanding big sister pulling CeeCee in the wagon down the aisle. Lynnea was a dancing machine. That girl was shaking what her mama gave her. She was busting a move to Sir Mix A-Lot, The Macarena. It was awesome. Donovan? Well, he had a good time. He had his moments. I will say this: I am so proud of all four of these kids for putting on their best and doing what was asked of them. Well, doing most of what we begged pleaded yelled asked for.

I took over 600 photos from noon until 8pm. What? Is that a lot? Huh. Oh well. I have some wicked awesome shots that I can't wait to get on the big screen to edit. Hopefully I'll get the whole line of photos up soon.

After we got home, I took the most amazing nap ever. Then I woke up from a dream (?) that I was arguing with a guy on a huge ferris wheel at Mall of America and then when I complained about him? That bastard shot my in the ass with a bowling pin shaped gun.

What. The. Eff??
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