Jump kicks and Shaggin'

I just got the link to our wedding photos!  I wish I could copy all of them and post to this blog, but since the pictures are all copyrighted I can't.  Boo.  I'll you what-- they're freakin' awesome.  Deborah (like, Photos by Deb from Napoleon Dynamite) the photographer did a great job!  She was like a magical wood nymph, floating around us the day of the wedding, snapping pics left and right, but yet, no one knew she was there.  Magic.



So I've spent the greater part of this morning looking over the photos, over and over again, reliving the best day of my life.  Literally, the best day.  Everything turned out to be so awesome.  The flowers, the hair/makeup/Spanx, the food, the reception, the awesome dance tunes.  Awesome. 

After the wedding I told Chris that we're only celebrating anniversaries-- no more birthdays.  Seriously, as rad and expensive as the wedding was and the general level of "fun-ness," we shall never forget it and always cherish it.  Marriage is way more challenging to meet year after year, whereas birthdays just breeze by like a fat person crop dusting in a Wal-Mart.



The hobbitt in our lives turned 6 months old yesterday.  Miss Greta Fat Pants is practically a teenager.  I remember when she was first hatched, like a lone unicorn in the forest.

She was the cutest stinker in the NICU.  She was so cool that she had to wear her sunglasses at night.  Please note Miss Cleo (the purple puppy with the pink blankie) taking security duty very seriously.  Greta had magical monkey fur on her that was very soft.













As Greta hits her stride at 6 months, she has developed quite the little personality.  More like her dadda, Greta definitely is an observer.... unlike her mom and Auntie Jennie, being super outgoing and loud.  Altough, Greta does make a lot of pteradactly noises.