Family Affairs

Forgive my absence here...it's been crazy. Wedding showers, end of summer term, kids, laundry, dishes, sleepovers, good times. And to boost, I'm headed to Montana on Tuesday for 10 days and while I will physically have time to catch up on photo editing and posting, the reality of the situation is that I will be in MONTANA. Big Sky Country is not known for it's cell service or internet providers (sorry you Montanans, but my previous experiences with your state have not been technologically favorable). Alas, you never know - we might stumble across a grizzly family with DSL. I'll be sure to post about it if that comes up.

Allrighty. In more current news, my brother and sister-in-law had a wedding last night. And it was just fun, fun, fun once the stresses were over and done with. Paul was hit with an asthma attack and Kevin, my ever-so-social butterfly, graciously offered to stay home and forgo the wedding experience. What a trooper, I tell you.

Andy was the ring bearer. I actually don't have any fabulous pictures of him all decked out, so I'll get one up when the formal pics come in via my sister-in-law. But I absolutely must share a pure Andy moment...actually, it's more of a pure ring-bearer-flower-girl-they-are-both-six-years-old moment, but I like to think Andy's special this way.

Flower girl and Andy walking down the aisle. She's tossing petals. I hear him growl at her, "Don't throw those on me." She gets a sassy look on her face and says "I can throw them wherever I want to." Andy scowls in pure Andy fashion and says again "Well, don't do it to me."

As they walked down the aisle. Wedding perfection!

My two oldest children proved to be magic on the dance floor. Pure magic. The dj started up with some thumping song and the two of them ran out there. I followed with my camera and tried to stop the laughter and tears long enough to take these.


Who taught this kid to dance?


Oh, his sister? Yes, but she has 8 years experience on him and I'm not sure she looked as Travolta-esque as he did.


The kid has moves. Or, as he puts it, "I've got skills."


Seriously, this is not a genetic thing. I don't dance and I've seen Kevin do the sprinkler and a few other bizarre moves, but I don't think Kevin's ever grooved for a long period of time.


Should I sign him up for Dancing with the Stars? Maybe his star partner could be iCarly.


The best part about owning an awesome camera (even if you're still learning how to use it) is that people go ahead and allow you to be the unpaid, unprofessional photographer for the evening. And no one's trying to get YOU into the pictures.

But I went ahead and handed the camera over to Andy and told him to take a shot of mother and daughter because we are "hawt people." And "hawt people" are good sports about things like this. For one single shot!