Just Married! (well sort of)

OKAY! So I finally got these to upload! Yeah! Jessica Lynn is officially a married woman, gone and come back from her honeymoon already. Her wedding was loverly. The flowers were beautiful, the cake was yummy, the food (the food!) was to die for, and she was gorgeous. And it was so...Jessie. Parker made it down the aisle, thanks to the lure of bubbles (the whole way down the aisle she asked everyone, "bubbles? bubbles?" and when she got to the end she squealed "BUUUUBBBBBLLLLLEEESSS!" upon seeing Daddy with those oh so precious bubbles) Fin fell in love with and did not leave the side of one of the girl's old friends, even making her carry him as she caught the bouquet (the ribbon around the bouquet said "you will marry a much younger man" so I think they may technically be engaged). When we left Fin said goodbye to Aunt Kathy, "Bye Auntie Kathy! It was fun habing a wedding at your house!"

Here's some pics, in no particular order. Since I was in most of the group shots, I don't have a lot of pics of people, but I got some good ones of all the little details that made it so pretty.

Here's the baskets that were scattered around the garden and lined the aisle:
A close up of the centerpieces:
Sarah and Jessie with one of the kiddy crafts:
Her adorable favors (inside were lemon drops):
Best pic of a bride ever (isn't her headband cute?! Those daisies are actually a vintage earring I wore to my prom, aren't we clever?):
The classic "back of the heads of the bride and groom" shot:
My handsome Papa:
Parker doing what she does best (clearing my plate):
The cake (too cute! lemon filling, yum!):
A wide view:

Ma and me:
The cake from afar:
Cake topper, vintage (Jessie fought long and hard on ebay for one of these):
Once I get some actual people shots, I'll stick those up too! Enjoy, and Congrats Jessie and Chris!! We love you!!

Apparently...

This is what happens while I'm at work:

Conversations with a three year old

"Mom, this helicopter is a darn helicopter."

"What do you mean its a darn helicopter?"

"It's just not working. Darn helicopter."

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"Are you going to go with Dad to get those shoes for Jessi's wedding?"

"Yeah, I fink I'm just gonna get those heaby ones."

"Fin, I already told you they are waaaay too heavy. They'll hurt your feet."

"Yeah, but I fink it'll be fine. I fink I have pretty big muscles in my feet and it'd be fine."

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I put a Nina Simone cd in the car. A sigh comes from the back seat.

"Ugh. I don't wanna wisten to Mommy music. I want to wisten to cool guy music!"

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Fin is convinced I did not make his cinnamon toast exactly the same way Daddy did (even though it was). I'm frustrated to no end, because we have to leave for preschool and he hasn't eaten anything. He says something naughty and I say,

"Fin, you don't need to talk to me like that. If you keep talking like that I'm going to have to put you in time out."

"No Mommy. I'm mad at you. You're mad at me. Its just what's happening."

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"Momma, I want to go to Tarbuks and get special milk."

"I know buddy, but Sissy needs to go home and take a nap."

"No she doesn't!"

"Yeah, Fin, she does, look she's already falling asleep."

"But I don't want her to fall asleep!! I WUUUVVV HER!!"

Seriously...

Can anyone else name a child who would squeal with joy at the mention of broccoli, and then carefully clutch said broccoli to her chest, slowly picking florets off and cooing, "baaabbyy" happily munching as we shop?  Would any other child cry when she had to give it to the cashier to ring up?  Does anyone else have to hide the fruit bowl or risk every single piece of fruit in said bowl to have tiny bites taken out of it?

I'm just saying.  Girl likes her veggies and fruit.

BeetleMania

So I'm just curious, we've discussed this at length at work, but is everyone else noticing the alarming amount of stink bugs out and about?!  I feel like I've seen two in my whole life, and now I have to "evict" at least one or two every time I go to work.(I can't bear to kill them, as the sight/sound of killing bugs is up in my top three things that absolutely horrifies me, right before clowns and after stepping on a snail)  Last weekend as I attempted to shoo one outside a seven year old boy asked what I was doing.  I told him I was trying to get the bug out, and he puts his hand up and says, "I'll take care of it." and proceeds to punt the bug half way across the mall.  My hero.

 Is a plague of stink bugs a sign of the apocalypse?

weekend update

We were busy busy lazy bees all weekend.

Worked Friday night and Saturday, but was rescued early from work on Saturday by the sisters (woo-hoo!)  Scored some perfect fitting jeans for $12.50 and then it was on home to rest up for the big bach-o-lerette party.  Got some snuggle time in with the beans, tucked them in and was off to Jessi's house to meet the gals.  The plan was to get fabolous, then go to the Edison Bar in LA, get tipsy, embarrass Jessi and come home tuckered out.  In real life we got fabulous, drove to LA, got told one of us couldn't get in (dress code) then spent two hours fighting LA traffic trying to find somewhere to go.  Ended up grabbing chips, beef jerky and red bull at 7-11 and heading home.  Longest trip to a 7-11 ever.  But the desperateness of the situation only made us giddy, and we ended up laughing so hard Jessi almost had Red Bull coming out her nose, so it wasn't a total loss.  And now we have an excuse to go out again.  Came home at 2:30 in the morning fully expecting a sleeping house, only to be given a small coronary by opening my front door to find Parker twirling her hair, saying "Hi Mammmmaaa."  like it was three in the afternoon.  Guess that babygate needs to go back up.  Josh and I were trying to decide if she heard the car horn when I locked the doors and then came down, or if she makes nightly tours of the house and quietly tucks herself back in.  I seriously wouldn't put it past her.

Sunday was spent battling the oppresive heat.  Spent some time at the pool, spent some time napping, and then spent some time at Petsmart, falling in love with kitties we can't have.  Once the sun started to go down a little bit we decided to head out to Disneyland, as the Finster was desperate for some Pirates of the Can-beanen action.  Our timing was perfect because there was hardly anyone there, and we made it on to quite a few rides, including one of Fin and mines favorites, the Ferris Wheel.  For those of you who are not aquainted with this beauty, it is a GIANT ferris wheel, and not only is giant, but 2/3 of the carts are on rails, so that when you come up the sides, or down the sides, the cart swings way out and  back in.  Since we were there by ourselves, and Parker likes the ride too, Josh was kind of forced to ride.  He's never been on it, as he is "kind of" (translation deathly) afraid of heights.  This led to my favorite moment of the weekend by far, and he hates me for doing this, but I just can't let this just sit on our computer.  See what a great dad he is:

I only wish our digital camera took longer videos so you could hear him yell over and over, "NO!  SERIOUSLY, WHAT WAS THAT SOUND??!!"

Conversations

Dead silence in the car on the way to preschool. Nobody is talking about anything. Suddenly Fin says,

"Mom? Do butterflies have heads?"

Another car ride

"Mom, what's under that hill?"

"Dirt and rocks"

"But what's under that?"

"Umm more dirt and rocks"

"But what's under that?"

"Magma."

Then I had to explain, magma, and lava, and volcanoes, you get the idea. Upon hearing about volcanoes, Fin exclaims,

"Mom we should see if they have those in this world!"

"They do Fin, there are a lot of them actually."

"Yeah, we should see if they have them"

"I'm telling you, they do!"

"Yeah, we should find out."

I can't win.

Parker has come up with a new dance for slow songs. She puts her hands in the air, tilts her head back, eyes half closed and does very slow circles with her arms. Its very girl covered in mud at Woodstock, and all her own creation.

Parker is sitting on the counter while I get her a cup of milk. When I open the cupboard it creaks, making a noise sort of like a fart. She crinkles her nose and exclaims, "Ewwww! Stinky!" and points at me.

Josh and I are having a heated "discussion." He says, "I didn't say that!" Fin walks in from the next room, not even looking at us and says, "Yes you did Dad." and continues on his way. Argument was over.

Its seven in the morning and Fin wants to go outside to ride his bike. I say, why don't we watch one Miss Spider show, and then go outside (this buys me a half hour).

"Ohh Mama, that's a wonderful idea!"

I'm folding laundry when Parker picks up one of Fin's shirts. "Pippin!" she exclaims (what she calls Griffin), and hands the shirt to me. "On? on?" so I put it on her, and she walks away looking at it, saying "Pippin, pippin." wistfully. She loves her brother so.