Think of me today. This is the weekend of "the wedding to show up all other weddings."
Okay, not really. But my sister is getting married tomorrow, and it is
way bigger and way fancier than my wedding but I'm not jealous at all, no not me a pretty big wedding.
My two children, the ones who dress like this and do this to toilets, are expected to parade themselves sedately down the aisle in their "princess" dresses tomorrow.
I am terrified.
Natalie thinks she will be performing a solo of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and has been practicing with hand motions and everything. I've never seen a 3 1/2 year old hold a note like she can.
Michaela Byrd can be counted on to follow me, or be carried by me (I'm the Matron of Honor--doesn't that make me sound old?!), up the aisle, but anything's fair game once we get up there. I am just praying she doesn't shout "toot" or something when we reach the altar.
Did I mention that the wedding tomorrow (Sunday) is during prime crankiness time? Couldn't have planned this any better. I need some sort of device to signal T to run up and grab the girls and run them outside the church during the ceremony.
The reception should be okay, so long as they don't find the open bar and bribe the bartender. I hope he'll be checking I.D. A preschooler and a toddler at a bar would look mighty suspicious to me.
Then again, I could probably head them off, because depending on how they act today and tomorrow, I may be spending some time at the reception's bar myself.
Don't worry, there will be plenty of pictures next week to document this insanity. I'm off to the rehearsal in an hour!