Happy 5 Month-iversary (a day late!)

5 months ago my best friend Sarah got married to her sweetheart Jonathan. It was the most genuine, intimate ceremony I've ever been to. I teared up even. And I never tear up at weddings. We won't mention how I blubbered through my "maid" of honor speech....
I wanted to wish her and her new hubs a happy first five months with this blog post. Plus, it's so hot and muggy right now, that I thought some winter wedding pics might put a bit of a chill in the air.
So, here's some pics from her big day - all taken by me, the very, very, very non-pro photographer.


Their gorgeous rings. That's right. It's a vintage diamond.


The bride and groom in their winter wedding finery.


Me, squeezing Sarah


Reception smooches. We are not above the annoying glass clinking, even at their classy reception. C'mon. This is Wisconsin people. Just be happy we didn't do the chicken dance, okay?


Their pretty cake. Red freakin' velvet.


A long shot of the couple at the end of the table.

Memorable moments and phrases (don't you hate it when people put inside jokes on their blogs?):

"It tastes like bandages." as said by Sharon

"Frankie says relax" as said by Rick

The giant tangle of lights that were somehow magically supposed to go onto the arch, on the floor of the Manie and Tina's livingroom floor. Jonathan trying to splice the wires to fix it, and then promptly going to the store to get icicle lights. Such a dear.

The hot waiter at Manny's.

Me wearing my giant, bright white Sorel boots, and then discovering that's all I had to wear, so all of us had to go to the mall so I could buy some real shoes.

Happy Month-iversary, my dear Sarah. May you have a lifetime of inside jokes, amazing food and wine, belly-laughs, and sweet, beautiful love with that man of yours. You deserve complete bliss.

2 Years Ago

Let's reminisce, shall we? 2 years ago on this day, I was un-blissfully pregnant. I was 25 weeks, my feet were swelling all the time, I went to the doctor every two weeks already, and my blood pressure was mysteriously out of control. Still, I had no idea Owen would be making his appearance. I guess all the signs were really there that I would be having a preemie, but Jason and I were both pretty naive about the whole thing. So, two years ago today, these pictures were taken of Owen with the clinics, brand-spanken new 4D ultrasound machine. I left work to be the guinea pig. There were all kinds of reps from the ultrasound machine company teaching my doctor to use it. Then, there he was. His little face, sucking on his tiny arms the same way he does now to comfort himself.

Pretty incredible. This same little person is nestled in his crib taking an afternoon nap right now. He runs now. He yells now. A LOT. He gets into everything, climbs all over, and jibber-jabbers constantly. He dances, and he sings even more. He signs for "eat", "more", and "fan". He has lots of scars marking his little body. Strangers have remarked on more than one occasion "he's so well-behaved". He's funny, he's smart, he's very loving and helpful. His mommy and daddy are very lucky people. What a difference 2 years makes.

Use It Thursday: Talkin' it up on the Sasha Gibb TalkShow

That's right! I'm back in action! Lots of action actually. Cleaning the basement out, calling around to find some temporary storage, putting up shelves in the garage, sewing pillows, chasing an almost-two year old, and now, posting in my ever-neglected blog! Look at me go!
Seriously though, I feel like we are making major progress on clearing out the house, and Jason has been an amazing help. The more stuff we clear out, the more I like it. It feels like I can breathe and move around. Hopefully potential buyers will feel the same way too....
So, let's get to it. I made this layout on my scrapping retreat at the end of April. It's all old, old, old stuff I've had just sitting. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think it's Urban Lilly patterned paper, Maya Road and Doodlebug acrylic flowers and leaves, Queen & co brads, some Heidi Swapp journaling spots, and a little square of some scalloped Bazzill. I journaled with Creative Memories pens too. I don't have any....I think I borrowed Julie's, but dang, they work so nicely. Fun colors too. The picture of Owen is from last May, on the day after he got his oxygen taken off. He still looks like a baby.



That's all for tonight. Until next time when we'll be talking about politics, chest hair, and crazy cool medallions. Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah. I know that's pretty random, but I'm been singing that song since I watched this....

The Barry Gibb TalkShow