Levedy

One Down, One to Go

Athena's Wedding reception went off with only the expected hitches, which is about as good as I can expect.

I asked my cousin Alaina to make signs for the potty poetry you all contributed. Being the scrapbooky sort, she made sure that each had tulle and custie matching moutings. I reminded her that it was poop poetry, and cutsie wasn't really required.

Old Man Flangas (whom no one but Uncle Mike can stand - guess who invited him?) showed up at the reception demanding whiskey and his own bottle of champagne. Dad - he was the guy you had to muscle for smoking a cigar in the church at my wedding. Classy.

Athena was beautiful, Patrick was handsome, and the ceremony made me all teary, it was so pretty.

Now we just need to do it again tomorrow for the baptism.

Heh

Dim took today and Friday off to help prepare and entertain for this weekend's wedding and baptism bonanza. I'm up to my elbows in cake flour and fondant, so I sent Dim to the store.

His list? Diet Pepsi and five pounds of butter.

The clerk is gonna think he's some kind of pervert.

Heh.

Looking for a little wit

I'm having a wedding reception and a baptism reception at my house this weekend. The wedding will have about 40 guests and the baptism about 60.

Here's the lowdown:
My downstairs guest toilet is finicky, and needs to be flushed twice (or at a minimum users should hold the handle down until...ahem...everything's gone)

Help me make a snarky sign to post in the restroom. The last thing I need this weekend is a flooded bathroom at these events.

John, I'm thinking a limerick or a series of funny haiku that get the point across?

Prize for the best one left in the comments!

I'll take what I can get

I've decided to take this as a compliment, now that I hear it so often:
"Your baby is so beautiful! She looks just like you!"

So if a has quality b, and a=c, then c has qualty b as well.

Yee-Haw!

I'm going to see the Dixie Chicks when they come through Vegas in November. The last time they came through town, I was in the "Working 70-hours a week and so tired I can't think straight" phase of my life and couldn't break away from work to go see them.

They almost cancelled their Vegas date on this most recent tour because of the fallout from their brouhaha of speaking ill of the president. They went ahead with the Vegas date, and I'm happy to go, even though I'm not much of a concert person.

The beast has arrived

My F-cup nursing bra came in the mail yesterday.

I can scientifically assert that each cup holds three cans of soda and one little can of V-8.

Lord.

That's my girl

The Bean was laying on my bed on her stomach this afternoon when she urped up some milk onto her hands ond onto my sheets.

Without missing a beat, she starts slurping it off her hands.

Oh yeah, she's sorority material.

Will Smile For Sweet Potatoes

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Feeling like hammered s%*t

I haven't slept well at all the past few days. The Bean has decided to regress to waking up every 2 1/2 to 3 hours at night needing to be fed. I "wake up" every morning with a pounding, lack-of-sleep headache and a down-to-my-bones fatigue.

I talked to a girlfriend today who said "oh honey, she's probably teething."

So I asked Dr Internet, and he said the symptoms are:

-Excessive drooling (check. but she drools all the time, so how do I know if this is excessive?)
-Sleep disturbances, day and night (double check. She doens't want to nap any longer than 20 minutes, and I have to get up with her 3-4 times a night)
-General crankiness (on whose part? Mine? CHECK.)
-Chewing on anything and everything (check.)

I don't see any little bumps at her gum line, but if teething is just beginning, I might not, right?

So she's either teething, or acting like any normal 4 month old.

Moms? Dads? Any suggestions?

Crisis averted

Athena went shopping at the outlet malls with her bridesmaids this weekend and found a suitable wedding dress for...wait for it....$30.00.

It fits her like a glove. She only needs to get the bottom hemmed because she's SO short. (Anyone shorter than I is SO short.)

So that's taken care of, which is nice. We still need to get a baptismal outfit for Earen, but that's okay. There was a ring pillow/backpack that was hand embroidered by Barbara that can't be replaced (Earen is going to be the ring boy, and seeing as he's only four months old, they were planning to strap the pillow to him and carry him down the aisle) but all in all, I think that Athena really lucked out with the $30 dress thing.

This weekend was really boring except for Saturday, when Patrick (Athena's husband to be) was baptized into the Orthodox Church. No, he didn't have to stand in a blow-up pool. The church has a full-size baptismal pool. Dimitri was his Godfather. The funniest part was when Father John tried to find enough hair on Patrick's head to snip (Patrick is follically challenged).

Nothing special for Labor Day. No one invited us to a BBQ, but it's just as well, because it was nice to laze around the house.