Deep in the heart of the Amazon.

Mike and I (and alllllll of our wonderful angels boys) attended a very beautiful outdoor wedding recently. The weather was so perfect, and our kids were relatively well-behaved, except that Logan does NOT know how to whisper and kept talking in his loudest of loud voices during the ceremony:

"Why is everyone being quiet?"

"But I don't want to whisper!"

"When are we going to eat cake?"

"Eww! They're kissing!"

And then when he noticed his little friend as the flower girl, there was no stopping his attempts to get her attention:

"Hey Phoebe! It's Logan! I'm over here!"

I guess his behavior wasn't TOO bad, considering there was a few relatives that came out of the woodwork for the wedding that could have resembled tackle boxes with all the metal in their faces and ears, but that's just my opinion.

The only bad thing about the wedding, and well, my whole life, is that I am so dang short. I couldn't see ANYTHING over all the heads around me. I kept asking Mike if we were in the designated tall people section. It sucked. I stared at some blond lady's split ends for thirty minutes straight.

I attempted to take a few pictures by holding my camera up in the air and just crossing my fingers that some relative content makes into the frame.

They actually didn't turn out too bad, but still very frustrating.

This was my view from my seat. (See the split ends?)

At least Mike didn't have any trouble seeing over all the heads. He is of normal height. And Owen. Because he's one, and it's okay to stand on your seat when you're one. And apparently it's also okay to pick your nose and wipe it on the seat as well. At least that's what I've heard...

And one of a million shots I got at the reception, but this one is my favorite. It's out of focus and blurry, but portrays each of my kids' personalities perfectly.


See the one to the left in blue? With his (non-dress) shoes perpetually untied? That one's mine. See the orange and white striped kid, always has to know what everyone else is doing, all up in your face? That one's mine. See the other one, standing solemnly by the girls? That one's mine, too.

I take no responsibility for the girl in desparate need of a haircut. Sheesh!