Wait! Wait! I just remembered something!
Last weekend Tony's sister Mary got married! Originally Mary wanted ZB to be a flower girl or something, but the church has some kind of rule about no flower girls under five (or something like that...I can't really remember the specifics) so Mary asked if ZB could help me and Tony carry the sacraments down the aisle for the mass part. And we said sure, that would be lots of fun, she'd love that, and Mom and I immediately went out and bought her the cutest little dress. It has a silver top, puffy white tulle and sparkles and rhinestones, so you know it was a complete hit with the under 3' crowd. ZB was so excited when she put it on that she kept spinning around and patting it and lifting the skirt part over her head. (If that doesn't say yes to the dress, then I don't know what does.) Then I found a kind of similar top (similar in that it was also silver, not that it had tulle or sparkles or rhinestones) and Tony a new sports coat, and off we went down to Charlotte where the wedding was being held.
Oh ya'll, the whole wedding was lovely. The bride was lovely, the groom was lovely, the church was lovely, we were lovely...it was all just lovely. The only thing that was slightly unlovely was that when it came time to do our part, instead of holding Daddy's hand and walking down the aisle to show off her pretty dress, ZB suddenly decided to go boneless and refused to stand on her own two feet. And since people kind of frown on you just dragging your toddler behind you like a sack of dirty laundry, I ended up carrying the gifts, and Tony carried ZB, and her little dress was all scrunched under his arm and no one could really see how adorable it was. (Which we all know is why everyone came. Not to see the bride or groom or anything, but to see ZB's sparkles and tulle. Am I right?)
|Notice how Mary was a good girl and walked down the aisle with her Daddy, so everyone was able to see her pretty dress.|
She enjoyed getting down and funky so much that we had to physically carry her off of the dance floor when it was time for the Bride/Father and Groom/Mother dances. She was really miffed about it too. She honestly could not understand why the bride and groom didn't want to share their special moment on the dance floor with her. Luckily, we were able to temporarily distract her with some wedding cake so that she'd be all sugared up and ready to go again when they called for group dance time.
So that was our weekend. Aunt Mary and Uncle Brett got married. We discovered that the high ceilings in the church make great echoes when you yell really loud in the middle of the ceremony, (and also that being whisked out and into the cry room off the lobby is much more fun than trying to sit still in a pew with Mommy and Daddy). And we learned that when there's a party going on, little girls can completely forgo sleep. All they need is a dance floor and a good beat, and they can dance all night.
Edited to add: Sorry for the delay in posting this. For some reason, blogger refused to load my video. It would load part of it and then freeze, causing great weeping and gnashing of teeth. I FINALLY compressed it enough to load, but it took sweet forever and a large chunk of my hair. All that is to say, enjoy the video.
Edited again: Okay, apparently the video didn't load after all. Another large chunk of my hair is now gone. However, the video loaded just fine on facebook, so if we are facebook friends feel free to watch it there. Meanwhile, I will continue to insult Blogger's mother for refusing to upload a simple video.