Hooray!

I can actually blog from my phone. Wow. Technology is really something!

Bryan helped Luci choose which dress to wear to The Big Wedding.

We spent over two hours at Kohl's getting an complete outfit for both kids. I am pretty sure that Bryan tried on more things than Luci did!

Goin' to the Chapel.....

Luci's big on playing wedding, family, everything with her dolls.  If it's not Barbie, it's her little friends from Littlest Pet Shop and the other small dolls. 

Here are a pair getting married, complete with the white carpet down the aisle.  (It's toilet paper)

Here's what I heard during the ceremony:

Do you, Sandy, take Christopher to be your husband?  In sickness and in hell?

That's what she said. 

Yes, I corrected her.  After I wiped up the coffee I spit out.

THE Wedding

Luci and I did not get up early today to watch THE wedding of William and Kate.  But...we have seen videos on the internet already, and looked at many photos of the happy couple.  This is one of our favorite compilations of photographs.

The big question from Luci: Will my big teeth come in before I get married? I do not want to get married with these holes in my smile!

Luci thinks this is the blooper reel from this morning:

Pillow Talk

Luci at age three, looking for her Groom

Let's see if I can describe this so you can "hear" it correctly, the way it happened.

Luci and I were laying down, just before she fell asleep.  (Yes, she still needs me to be there when she falls asleep.  That's just the way it is.)  Our faces were pretty close, we were looking at each other.  She began asking questions in a sing-song voice, sounding more like a teen-aged, giggly young lady than a 5 year old.

So, did you meet Daddy on the Internet?

What?  Did you hear about that on a commercial?  Online dating?

Yes.

No, I met Daddy.... (and the story goes on, about nosy cousin Nancy always fixing me up with "eligible bachelors," blah blah blah).

Tell me about when he asked you to marry him!!!

blah, blah, blah (only I did use real words and told the story)

Where did you get married?

She knows that answer, but blah, blah happened anyways.   

And then, with this big, silly grin on her face:

So, tell me all about your dress!!!

Yes, there really were three exclamation points after that question.   And lots of disappointment that I did not have a "poofy" dress or "poofy" hair.  Then Luci proceeded to tell me all about her wedding, and how big and "poofy" her hair and dress would be, and how fantastic the ice sculpture on top of her wedding cake would be.  I didn't have the heart to tell her the ice would melt and make her lovely cake all smooshy.

Hey, I'm just thankful that she stopped asking questions before she got to the honeymoon.  {blush}
1991--seems like yesterday!

I do!

You never know what's going to bring up insecurities. Weddings are happy, aren't they?


College Road Trip was playing in the van's DVD player on the way to church this morning. Somewhere the dad mentions giving his daughter away at her wedding.

Panicky voice from the back seat...

Mama!

Luci, we will never NEVER give you away. Not even when you get married. When you get married, you will still be ours, too.

(Sigh of relief)

Tuesday at Our House

Today I took Bryan to a "consult" appointment at the orthodontist. They took impressions (hope Bryan made a good one, ha ha!), and Luci and I waited. Luci hid behind this magazine every time someone with a uniform came in the room.

Bryan was much more relaxed. We find out in a couple of weeks how many arms and legs it will cost. OK, this was not a toileting accident. A few weeks ago Luci and I went to a wedding where there was a lovely white carpet for the bride to walk down the aisle. Ever since, Luci's taken paper towels or toilet paper to make her own carpet. Personally, I like the TP version the best because it is cheaper than paper towels. I guess John and I will have to save up for a real white carpet when Luci really gets married. Alabama red-neck or not, TP is too tacky.

They Finally Got Married!

I've waited for this for a long, long time...43 years, to be exact. I was about 5 years old when I first asked my brothers to let one of their G I Joes marry my Barbie doll. They always said no. Mean ol' Buddy, Tommy and Sammy.

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Bryan and JT are nicer...they found a G I Joe in the basement and freed him so that Luci could hold a wedding for her Cinderella Barbie and G I Joe.