back from the wedding and in one piece...
Can you believe it? Caleb is a little worse for wear, he felt he needed to continue tradition by cracking open his face for this wedding too. On top of that he's cutting all four of his last molars right now so he is a walking waterfall with a mouth full of fists at the moment.
As we waited to take our family photos after the ceremony Caleb was busily climbing around on the kneelers having a grand time. Now, even though I warned Lynn that he needed to just put the kneeler down before the baby busted his lip open, Lynn apparently figured playing roulette with the baby's face was more fun. And Caleb busted his lip in fast form, bled all over Lynn's white shirt and my Dad's white "sweat rag." Fun times. It's a good thing littles are so resilient.
I didn't get nearly as many photos as I would have liked but I did get a few and I know my Mom and Grandpa took plenty. So for now, here are a few to start off the dog and pony show:
Logan and Caleb, milling around waiting before the mass and ceremony. Note the mouth full of fist. It was ever present in every last picture I took of him.
Logan took this picture of Uncle Nolan, the groom. He managed to get a nice glimpse of the flowers, GORGEOUS hydrangeas everywhere.
Logan took this picture of his new Aunt Jana. She didn't realize he wanted to take a picture of her until after he had moved on. We'll have to work on the pre-photo warning.
As Catholic weddings go, this one moved along nicely. As Catholic wedding receptions go, this one was right on target. The decorations were lovely, but really, it's the beer and bar-b-que that you want to hear about right? Hah-ha. The beer was cold and the last keg floated as we all saw the bride and groom off. Talk about perfect timing. The supper was great, brisket and all the 'fixins.' I really wish I would have thought to ask about the potato recipe. Jana's cake was gorgeous with a smooth buttercream icing and purple-y hydrangea clusters scattered about. [Side note, the freaking wedding coordinator cut the top layer of the cake to serve to guests! What the hell kind of wedding coordinator doesn't know that you save that for your first anniversary? WTF? I thought my Patsy Grandma might have a stroke. Sheesh.] Nolan's cake was Batman. [Whoever did his cake really went half-assed into it because it could have been really cool but ended up only so-so aesthetically speaking. However, flavor wise it was GOOD.] My brother is slightly fanatic about Batman. He made a delightfully odd (and when I say delightfully, what I mean is escaped-from-the-institution odd, but that's my brother and that's why we love him and really, once he starts having his own little batmen, holy cow, there will never be a dull day that Proff house.) homemade version of a Batman suit for Halloween a few years ago. He then reprised it for my sister Katie's college graduation party that December. Then my brother Nic sold it 'as-is' on ebay to some schmuck who felt gypped once the costume arrived...go figure. But I digress.
There was no shortage of beer cans leftover from the weekend and the groomsmen left them to be thrown out by housekeeping at the hotel. So I have to say the get-away truck was done up in the most ghetto-fabulous MacGyver way I've ever seen. I have no pictures of it so you'll have to use your imagination. Anyhoo, the guys wrapped chunks of toilet paper here, there, and yon. They tied a five gallon bucket, couple of stray beer cans, two fence pickets and a bag of potatoes to the bumper. I do believe MacGyver would be proud.
As we waited to take our family photos after the ceremony Caleb was busily climbing around on the kneelers having a grand time. Now, even though I warned Lynn that he needed to just put the kneeler down before the baby busted his lip open, Lynn apparently figured playing roulette with the baby's face was more fun. And Caleb busted his lip in fast form, bled all over Lynn's white shirt and my Dad's white "sweat rag." Fun times. It's a good thing littles are so resilient.
I didn't get nearly as many photos as I would have liked but I did get a few and I know my Mom and Grandpa took plenty. So for now, here are a few to start off the dog and pony show:
Logan and Caleb, milling around waiting before the mass and ceremony. Note the mouth full of fist. It was ever present in every last picture I took of him.
Logan took this picture of Uncle Nolan, the groom. He managed to get a nice glimpse of the flowers, GORGEOUS hydrangeas everywhere.
Logan took this picture of his new Aunt Jana. She didn't realize he wanted to take a picture of her until after he had moved on. We'll have to work on the pre-photo warning.
As Catholic weddings go, this one moved along nicely. As Catholic wedding receptions go, this one was right on target. The decorations were lovely, but really, it's the beer and bar-b-que that you want to hear about right? Hah-ha. The beer was cold and the last keg floated as we all saw the bride and groom off. Talk about perfect timing. The supper was great, brisket and all the 'fixins.' I really wish I would have thought to ask about the potato recipe. Jana's cake was gorgeous with a smooth buttercream icing and purple-y hydrangea clusters scattered about. [Side note, the freaking wedding coordinator cut the top layer of the cake to serve to guests! What the hell kind of wedding coordinator doesn't know that you save that for your first anniversary? WTF? I thought my Patsy Grandma might have a stroke. Sheesh.] Nolan's cake was Batman. [Whoever did his cake really went half-assed into it because it could have been really cool but ended up only so-so aesthetically speaking. However, flavor wise it was GOOD.] My brother is slightly fanatic about Batman. He made a delightfully odd (and when I say delightfully, what I mean is escaped-from-the-institution odd, but that's my brother and that's why we love him and really, once he starts having his own little batmen, holy cow, there will never be a dull day that Proff house.) homemade version of a Batman suit for Halloween a few years ago. He then reprised it for my sister Katie's college graduation party that December. Then my brother Nic sold it 'as-is' on ebay to some schmuck who felt gypped once the costume arrived...go figure. But I digress.
There was no shortage of beer cans leftover from the weekend and the groomsmen left them to be thrown out by housekeeping at the hotel. So I have to say the get-away truck was done up in the most ghetto-fabulous MacGyver way I've ever seen. I have no pictures of it so you'll have to use your imagination. Anyhoo, the guys wrapped chunks of toilet paper here, there, and yon. They tied a five gallon bucket, couple of stray beer cans, two fence pickets and a bag of potatoes to the bumper. I do believe MacGyver would be proud.
posted by Amy at 12:09 PM
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