From Their Eyes

Back over Labor Day weekend, we were fortunate enough to attend the wedding of some good friends of ours. Ok, I say ours - but Matt was a high school friend of Andy's, and I accept friendship via proxy.  He's a great person too, so that helps.  Matt met his wife Elodie when he was working in Canada. She was from Paris and was spending time on an internship in Montreal.  They actually married in a civil ceremony about a year and half ago - but had to keep things pretty low key because of citizenship, etc. Then they had a baby, Emma.  Then they had the big wedding.

The setting of the wedding was at an old barn-type chapel outside of our town, and it was hot. Really hot.  Like sweating in our seats and through our clothes hot.  My choice of my silk dress to stay cool was a dumb one.

The girls were getting a little antsy during the wedding, so I let them use my camera. Some of these pictures are pretty comical. And not flattering at all.

It was hot. I was sweating. In my silk dress.

Taylor became great friends with this little boy. She was so sad when he had to leave.

My earrings.

Taylor loved Elodie's dress. 

Taylor took a picture of our table.  Well, half of it.

Taylor and Connor both were big fans of the cake.

Taylor liked this dress. She asked if I could get one like it. Not likely.  Pretty sure it would not look the same

Connor was in a dancing mood.

Not sure where this move came from.

Well, there are Matt's moves.  

More dancing (obviously, they are no longer taking the pictures)

Taylor paid her dollar for the dollar dance...to dance with Elodie.

Andy and his girls dancing.

We tried to take a family picture before we left. Not a fan of how it turned out.

Five

Five. Can you believe it? It just amazes me. Taylor wanted to invite her friends to our house for her party this year, which is the first time ( other than their 1yr party) we've had friends over that weren't family or family friends. We decided to do a half sleepover....the kids came in their Pj's and went home around 8:30 after watching a movie. We called it a 'night owl' party....owl cupcakes, owl decorations, owl s'mores ad treat bags. They decorated pillow cases, beat up a piñata, had a silly string 'war', made pizzas, and then watched a movie. Some of the parents stayed, which helped. Five year olds are crazy!!

It's My Birthday, and I'm Three!

I felt sorry for Connor in August when I realized that her actual birthday was on Labor day this year.  I figured we would probably have some sort of crazy plans that weekend and an actual birthday party for friends would be hard to have because of the long weekend.

Well, little did I know that by having a birthday over the holiday means that you get to have your birthday EVERY day until the last party is over.

This started on August 31, when we had scheduled to take cupcakes to Connor's old class at preschool.  She would be moving to her new class after Labor Day, so this would be the only time to really celebrate with her old friends, the Butterflies.  We took Aunt Barb's cookie-pops (a daycare favorite, btw). Connor marched into her class that day and announced..."I AM THREE AND I'M GOING TO BE A HONEYBEE!"

On Monday Connor woke up and came to my side to wake me, and whispered (as well as a three-year-old does) "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND I'M THREE!"   How could I not smile at that?!  Cute little bug.  We celebrated with my side of extended family at my parent's house with swimming and eating Connor's favorite foods.  Did I mention Connor's favorite foods are Salad and Shrimp?  So we had make-your-own shish kabobs and a salad bar.


How Many?



Tuesday was her first day in the Honeybee class at school....and Connor woke up and came to my side, whispering (again like a three-year-old) "I AM A HONEYBEE TODAY!"  Ahh, so excited.  Too bad it was 4:45 am.

Wednesday was low key, we must have been tired from the previous day.

Thursday evening, Andy's family came over for dinner and to celebrate Connor's birthday again.  When I picked her up from school I reminded her of what was happening that evening, and she proudly exclaimed "BECAUSE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND I'M THREE!"  Yes, Connor bug. Yes you are.



Sunday we had one. more. party.  Just a kid/friend party at a place downtown that has a climbing structure and jumping pillow, play room etc. TONS of fun for the kids.  Crazy time for us.

The three Amigos.

We got to play with a PARACHUTE!

Does this look crazy to you?

Oh, does this?! 

OK...how about when I handed out the cupcakes only to take them back because Connor hadn't blown out her candles yet.  Oops.

All's well that ends in sweets...

Yes, the party was Dora themed.  The gift bags were 'backpack'!

Aargh!

Let's Do This

Shoot. I failed on the August goal.  And here it is already September 21, and I haven't posted a darn thing.  I've got LOTS to post.  Just also have a lot going on.  But I'll try....let's start with....PENNY

Did I mention we got a cat?!  I work with a guy who lives on a 'farm' with his wife and 9 and counting kids.  That's right, 9.5 kids right now.  Can you imagine? Anywho, they had kittens and he was trying to pawn them off on people. OF course I gave in. OF course Andy objected at first.  OF course we all love our new kitten!

She hung out in my office for a day (the transfer day).

Taylor picked the name Penny based on the girl from Inspector Gadget.

Very first day. 

We've worked on not touching the tail area quite so much. When they watched her go to the bathroom once, that helped.

Day 1 for Connor was rough. She was not a fan.

She got a little closer - and was ok as long as one hand was on somebody.

Day 2.  All that tentativeness was out the window.

Awww..Penny!

There's the tail touch again.

Penny decided to chase Connor.  Connor was not a big fan of that.

Everybody smile. Stop trying to choke her.  

Extra love.

Even more love.

Penny probably wishes Connor would go back to her day one opinion.

Did not expect that she would climb under the window seal outside. Little creepy.

Yeah, that reeeeally looks like a happy cat.

Penny really likes Taylor. She's a little less 'loving'.