"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: of shoes and ships and sealing-wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings." - Lewis Carroll "For now we see through a glass, dimly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known" - 1 Corinthians 13:12
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
post-wedding flower-girl reruns
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Even Nana got to try!
Uncle MISTER ROGERS!
Our third wedding of the summer was Carrie's (Joel's sister). Besides being a family wedding, this one was particularly exciting because Elsa and Nora were FLOWER GIRLS!!! and, equallly exciting, was the fact that Aunt Carrie was getting married to MISTER ROGERS!!!!!. Of course, she was marrying Gabe Rogers, not everyone's favorite cardigan-wearing preschool TV host. But that didn't matter to the girls. we had to keep reminding Elsa especially to "please let go of Gabe for a while now" and it's time to get off from Gabe's lap now," etc. etc.
Thankfully there were plenty of Grandpas and Daddys to go around.
Opa taught Elsa a few "real" ballroom steps,
but I think she was happiest when the ring bearer was willing to dance with her for a few moments!
"Mommy, he was just my right size!!!"
Wedding dance
We had a lovely day at Jedidiah and Kelly's beautiful wedding at the end of June.
One of the ways we've gotten to know them and their family is through the colonial dance group that we participate in, and towards the end of their celebration they taught everyone the Virginia Reel!
The girls waited on the sidelines for the parts they could participate in:
And "waltzing" with Daddy is always a favorite:
And thank you to our friend who took photos for us while we danced!
What the cat brought in
Tabitha Twitchit does a wonderful job of catching the rats and mice for us, always, of course, leaving them (or part of them) on the doorstep for us. Lately she had been bringing us insects to add to our nature collection! Most recently she came up on our back porch mewing loudly, with this lovely (but badly wounded butterfly) in her mouth. We were sad for the butterfly, but we could scold her because she seemed so proud!
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