Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Crash and Burn

No clever way to introduce this post, so I'm just going to dive in... Cool?

Our pantry is a little unique in that it's a walk through pantry meaning you can get access to from the kitchen or coming in from the garage which is quite handy when bringing in groceries.

On one side is the standard organizers.  On the other is a cut out (similar to a bump out) where we put a apartment size freezer.  Again, quite handy because the fridge freezer is quite small.

Above the freezer is a whole schwack of dead space.  So Brad installed some organizers above it.  Perfect. There were no studs, so we used those drywall plug things, which seemed to work just fine....for 2 years anyways.

On the weekend we were sitting in the living room (or great room I guess you call it, but I can't buy into that name) and we heard a MASSIVE crash...

We jumped up and ran in the direction of the noise.  There in our pantry, well more specifically, on the floor of our pantry was the additional shelf as well as it's contents.  The shelf had finally had enough of the isometric contraction and released causing the screws to rip out of the wall.

Isn't that just kick you in the cr*tch, spit on your neck fantastic.

First up we had to remove the carnage, which is now lumped into a massive eye sore of a pile in my living room.

Brad then got to work fixing the wall.  He added some wood to the existing studs (that were too far apart for us to anchor into.  The extra wood meant that when we put the shelf back up we wouldn't have to use those drywall plugs.

Now, our pantry is a warm grey.  When we built the house, we had them paint the whole house this neutral color with the expectation that once we were in, we would change the colors over time.  Case in point, Logan's room is now orange, Zach's is now blue.

So I am taking this to be an opportunity to paint and I want  color. With that in mind, Logan and I (who likes to get out and about and is always game for tagging along) went to home depot.  I asked Logan his opinion and he said what about lime green?

Hmmmm.... good call kid.  We chose a bright lemon lime green.  It looked like a big pop of color under the florescent lights, but it was a bit subtler when we held up the chip in the pantry.  Still, we are going to go with it.  All that's left is for Brad to finish up the wall.

Can't wait.

So that was the "Crash" part.  "Burn" part coming up.  Our backyard is a disaster.  Well, maybe disaster is too harsh... perhaps neglected it better.  We can't decide what we want to do or how we want to organize everything, so it's somewhat like Living Prairie museum at this point.

That being said, we have a fence, so our little eyesore doesn't bother anyone else or so we thought.  Turns out our neighbour (Let's call him Herb) is not a fan (I suppose he can see our backyard from his top floor)  and complained.    Not to us of course, that would be direct and the most logical, but to our friend Dave across the street.

Interesting choice of gossip buddy considering our friend Dave has a son Blaise.  Herb got a new dog last month.  Do you know what they named the dog?  Blaze, knowing full well that was the name of the little boy across the street. Classy.  So given that, I was surprised that Dave was up for a chat.

Herb told Dave that he was going to call the cops about our backyard.  Ok, here's my problem with that.  1) Our front yard is the epitome of perfection, manicured lawn, flowers etc. So in terms of curb appeal, there are no issues.  2) Our backyard is the only area with weeds and whatnot (which are there yes, but not super bad, it's mostly dirt.) and city legislation doesn't give a flying f*ck about your backyard. 3)  Given all of the stuff that the cops have to deal with; murders, theft etc, I'm fairly confident that they do not give a rat's a$$ about weeds....

But despite not being a fan of our weeds, Herb and his wife enjoy theirs.  Alot.  Like ALOT alot.  At least 3 or 4 times a week you'll walk outside and about 30 minutes later get the munchies...  In a added tidbit of info, the neighbour on the other side of Herb is a cop.


That's where the irony kicks in. Herb want to call the cops because of my weeds, even though he enjoys his weeds while living next to a cop.  You can't make this stuff up.  Cherry on the Irony cake is that Herb named his dog BLAZE...subtle.

I don't want to be that neighbour, so on Sunday, I headed out into the backyard to pull some weeds.  We had a fire going in the fire pit so I burnt some.  It was for the pure irony of it, but I couldn't resist.

Backyard was now all cleaned up so we headed inside after having dinner outside.  While getting the boys ready for bed, I went over to Logan's window to close the blind and happened to glance over into Herb's yard.  Herb has two dogs that stay outside all the time.  They are really quiet so I have no cause for complaint, but I've never seen anyone in the city do that before.

I guess the two dogs got bored and turned their attention to the rather beautiful and expensive patio furniture; those cushions didn't stand a chance.  I can best compare their backyard to running a kleenex though the laundry....

As of Monday night, the stuffing situation was even worse as they hadn't cleaned up the first foray into quilting supplies before the puppies tore into cushions 3 and 4.

Well hey diddly ho there neighboreenos! Karma Much?







Friday, July 22, 2016

Medieval Much?

I've never been to any sort of comic con renaissance festival or any similar to that. Although, I've always been kind of curious.

At last week's Bomber game, a friend of mine Dave said that he would going to the Medieval festival in Cook's Creek the following day. It sounded like so much fun, that we decided to go.

I knew it was a dress up thing and I would have LOVED to have gotten in to the spirit of things, but Brad and Logan were major wet blankets.  In the end, I made the boys some Knights Templar Shields.

I hate to admit it, but since it was being held in a smallish town, I wasn't expecting a whole lot of pomp and circumstance.

Well, I am one to admit when I was wrong, and sweet Christmas, I was wrong.

First off the festival is held on the Cook's Creek church grounds.  If you live in Manitoba and have never been to this church, you should go despite whatever god, higher being or cucumber that you worship.

It looks like this massive cathedral.  It is just jaw dropping.  As you get close up though, it gets a little theme-parky.  For example, the "brick" you see if actually painted on.  But who cares, it's still an awesome building.

The church was built in the 1930s and somewhere north of there in the 1960s, the patrons decided that it was time to up the ante and built this elaborate open castle type structure right next to the church (which adds a bit to the theme parky feel).

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The festival is HUGE.  We had to park about a mile away on the highway (as did everyone else). Apparently this is a known issue, so they have a tractor pulling hay bales to pick up festival goers and take them to the gates.

Cost is minimal.  It was $30 for our family to get in for the day.   The activities are off the wall. They have jousting.  JOUSTING.  Live jousting with decked out knights in amour riding real horses holding real lances and really hitting each other.  Some of the jousters came all the way from Sweden!

It was quite the spectacle to watch.  All of the participants and festival MC's go all out and stay in character the whole time.

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There was also highland dancing, hatchet throwing.  archery contests and highland strong man competitions where these massive dudes in kilts tried to fling a "sheep" (oblong medicine ball) over what can only be described as a high jump bar.

Walking through the festival grounds, there was a market where you could
buy all sorts of folk jewelry, artwork and wares. Intermingled among the fair grounds were entertainers on stilts, belly dancers, King and Queen Processions,  Birds of Prey demonstrations, random battles and life size chess competitions.  Food was super cheap, $2 would get you an ice cream or popcorn.  Burgers were $3,00.

How come I never knew about this?

Much to Logan's delight there was also a fenced in farm area where you could pet animals.  He fell in love with a black and white kitten.  I had to avoid eye contact with him or that kitten would have come home with us.


Logan had fun for sure, he likes being outside.  Zach LOVED it.  It was filled with his "people".  Wonderfully quirky geeks and gamers who came out in full regalia.  He was busting.

We had brought a picnic, so we found an unoccupied grassy knoll and chilled out with some yummy fare.  Festival goers were allowed to bring in anything they wanted, so tons of people brought coolers and whatnot.

The festival is held every two years and I cannot wait for the next one.  It was such a great way to spend the day.



Huzzah!



Monday, July 11, 2016

Chillin'

Zach came home on Friday early from the cabin.  He was supposed to stay out for two weeks, but in true Preston fashion there was some weird drama. I'm used to it by now. So when my Mum called to fill me in on the latest event, I just sighed...That sounds about right...


On Friday my Dad and Zach were getting ready to go fishing.  We are a about a 3 mile walk down to the river (from a place where you can launch a boat anyhow), which is too far to walk, so they hopped in Dad's new truck.

Dad has a hard shell case for his fishing rods, so he put those in the backseat along with the tool boxes and shut the door.  Two things then unfolded.

One, instead of the rods lying horizontal in the backseat, they were vertical.  Since Dad had a lot of other gear in the back seat, the case was leaning on the window.  Not thinking anything of it, Dad piled everything into the back seat.

Second, the way he slammed the door in that it caused everything to shift.  The case was stuck up against the back of the seat and had no room to adjust when the door slammed, and physics determined that the force had to go somewhere, which in this case meant out the back of the glass window.

Dad and Zach just stared in disbelief at the truck's shattered window.  While Zach is prone to over reacting in emotional situations, in these kind of situations, he is really calm.  Mum said Zach made a little face and a chuckle and went back to the cabin to get something to collect all the glass.

My Dad is used to getting himself into these situations and just went, "OK, so we're in this room now".

There was no way they could stay with the back window shattered, so they headed back to the city to get it prepared.  While I'm sorry that the window shattered, it was nice to have Zach home for the weekend.

We kept it pretty low key; headed over to Sean and Erin's to celebrate Jerrit's birthday.  Since it was so nice out, we hung out on the patio and played some bocce.

Everyone was having a few drinks, but I noticed Brad was getting really tipsy which is so bizarre because he only had a few.  At the end of the night, I was concerned that he wasn't able to drive, so I took us home the two blocks back to our place.

Almost immediately after we got home Brad started getting sick. The obvious conclusion here is that he had too much to drink.  Speaking from past experience, in this type of situation you get sick once or twice and that's that.

But Brad got sick all night.  ALL NIGHT.  He finally stopped somewhere north of 5 am and subsequently spent all of Saturday in bed with chills and a fever.  He's been fighting a cold for over a week, so perhaps this was a touch of the flu or something?  Who knows.  While he was camping out in bed, Logan and I went to visit GG to see how she was doing.

My cousin Angie recently got diagnosed with ovarian cancer.  They did surgery a few weeks ago and while the full pathology isn't back yet, they are thinking it's likely stage 3 or 4.  She has to go for 18 weeks of chemo.  Depending on whether it's stage 3 or 4 will determine whether she goes once a week or once every three weeks.

The entire family is rallying trying to figure out ways we can help.  GG is really upset so I wanted to go over for a visit.  My Aunt popped in while I was there, which was great because I was able to talk with her and hear how Angie is doing.  Ovarian cancer is the sh*ts because its symptoms are pretty subtle until it's advanced.  Although all signs point to the fact that they may have caught it relatively early which is a blessing.  I am not one for religion by any stretch of the means, but in this case, I really am praying for her.

Sunday Brad was feeling a little better, but still not quite up to snuff.  Logan hates hanging out at home.  His catch phrase at the house is "I want to go DO something!".

Zach was home, so I agreed that we should all go out.  The weather was slightly overcast, but warm so something outdoors seemed like a good option.  Since I hadn't been to the zoo since the new exhibits/renovations have been we decided to go there.

WOW.  What a difference. It's so new and modern, it really looks amazing.  Logan was really anxious to show me the Journey to the Artic exhibit so we headed there first.

That is an incredible exhibit.  Seriously, it's amazing.  Polar bears and seals and a glass tunnel where you can see them swimming above almost as if you were under the ice.

From there we headed over to the Dinosaur alive.  Out of this world.  While you are walking through a forest, because of the heat and humidity yesterday, it felt like a true jungle.  The dinos are animatronic, but they put the characters of Chuckee Cheese to shame.  They look extremely real, even to the point where their sides expand and contract as if they were breathing.

The boys were really getting along and even let me take some pictures of them together, which honestly never happens, so I took full advantage of that.

Of course, being pre-teen boys they were being silly and goofy, but that's part of the charm.

Zach is never one to give me his true smile.  He's always making Jim Carrey type faces.  It was a magical day because I even got a real genuine smile on film.  A real smile AND my boys were getting along?  Pinch me.
REAL SMILE!!
 After going to the amazing exhibits, the Australian walkabout was pretty much a massive let down.  Large enclosure with patchy grass.  In the corner were about 15 Kangaroos just lazing on the ground.  There was no fence separating them from you which was kind of cool, but that was about where it ended.

My destination request was the butterfly exhibit with it's gorgeous gardens.  However, it was SO busy on Sunday that you could barely move, which took away from it a little.


Arguably the best part of the day is near they end when we stopped for lunch on a bench.   There are tons of prairie dogs at the zoo who run wild.  They all have numbers marked on their back with a sharpie; it kind of makes them look like they are running in a race or something.

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The prairie dogs kept coming up to us.  Logan, who loves animals, offered some popcorn.  It was a major hit and soon we had tons of prairie dogs coming up for visits.  One of them even took some popcorn from Logan's hand.

It was a really good day for us.  Sunday night my mum came to pick up Zach.  Whenever there isn't the four of us together, it just feels very weird.

We had a nice salmon for dinner and Logan and I watched a movie before bed.

You have to love summer days.  I can't wait until our vacation later in August.

Flushed away

We were at the cabin for Canada Day.

We had bought fireworks, bought treat for the kids, liquid treats for the grown ups and were all set for a great weekend.

We arrive at the cabin on Thursday night.  Thankfully tick season is on the way out. Those things are revolting.  *Shudder*

All was going well, everyone was having a good time until after supper on Friday night.  Again, Logan's stomach pains had returned.  As per doctors instructions we had been bombarding his system with water, high fibre foods and laxatives.  That's a party right there.  However, nothing seemed to be moving despite our best efforts.

Enough was enough.  We headed into Brandon hospital determined to insist that they do something.  The wait was BRUTAL.  Two and a half hours sitting in the waiting room.  Brandon's hospital waiting room is kind of goofy.  It isn't very big and when you first walk in, you can't really see the triage nurses who are behind this half wall.  If you came in with something serious they wouldn't see you right away.  Don't like it at all.

After what seems like decades, we finally got in.  They felt Logan's stomach and it was still really firm.  Since we had tried all the other preliminary methods, they decided to do an enema.  They told Logan that and he said ok.  When the doctors left the room to prepare it, Logan leaned over and asked what an enema was.  Logan's eye's went the size of saucers, "they are going to put what...WHERE???".

Needless to say that was a pretty traumatic experience, for both of us, but mostly for Logan obviously.  While the doctors reassured him that it wouldn't be painful, the stomach cramping that occurred during was pretty bad.  Although it did seem to work, I think a boot and a Lego from 2005 came out of him.

After the whole extravaganza, we didn't get home until about 2am.  But on a positive note, Logan was feeling so much better.  The doctors advised us to stay on the laxatives for a little while longer and after that to continue cranking up the water and fibre.

Since we missed doing the fireworks on Friday, we decided to have a do-over on Saturday, but unfortunately it rained so we couldn't.  Instead, we are going to keep the fireworks and hold onto them for when we come back out in August.

So it wasn't a great Canada Day long weekend, but since Logan has been feeling so much better it was worth it.


Monday, June 27, 2016

High's and Low's

This past Friday was the Bomber Game.  I think that I like the tailgating with my friends more than the game itself to be honest.

We tailgate with 2 other families.  Both of them have boys Zach's age.  These are great kids; energetic, fun to be around and big sports fans.

Zach is not a sports fan, so he just sits there looking for things to occupy the time.

In fact, he would rather do almost anything other than go to a Bomber game.  In the land of ADHD, a football game is really overwhelming.  There are crowds of people, tons of noise, lots of waiting around... Nightmare.

As a result, Zach is always kind of morose during tailgating because he is anticipating an unpleasant evening.

It isn't because he doesn't like the other kids, quite the contrary.  It's just that he isn't into it.  It's hard for me to watch because I want him to be included and part of the group.  But I've come to realize that I can't make Zach something he isn't.

Friday night Zach was in one of his moods and wanted nothing to do with tailgating.  So while the other boys took off exploring, Zach stayed back.  It is quite noticeable and my friends do their best to make him feel included.

Even though we all tailgate together, our seats are all over the place, so we generally swap seats around so that the kids could sit together.  But sometimes the number of seats just don't work out perfectly.

While trying to sort it all out it was suggested that the other boys could sit together and Zach could sit with the Dad's.  I didn't like that at all.  I know that Zach isn't into the game and all, but making him sit with the Dad's is a sure way to make him feel 100x worse.

The game was kind of miserable, the Bombers were playing badly and the weather took a turn.  Lightning caused a delay of game and all fans had to take shelter in the concourse.  While we were waiting, we started to talk about a switch up the seating (like we usually do at half time) and again it was suggested that Zach could sit somewhere else.

At that point, I got upset.  I am always really sensitive about Zach's behavior.  I worry about him a lot.  Is he behaving at school?  Doing his homework?  Does he have any friends?

For whatever reason, this touched a nerve and I snapped out a comment, "Zach doesn't want to be by himself!", which I think took my friend by surprise.

Of course, he wanted to talk about it, but in that moment I wasn't having any of it as I was scared that I would turn it into a whole big thing.  It was better to just keep my mouth shut.  My friend Debbie asked what was up and I just shook my head which she understood that I didn't want to talk at the moment.

Once we got back to our seats, Deb asked what was up and I started to cry.  I wasn't crying about the seating suggestion per se, or maybe I was, who knows.  I think that it just boiled down to the fact that I sometimes wish Zach would participate in things like other kids so easily seem to do. It's really hard sometimes.

I come from a family where we talk about stuff.  If you're upset with someone, you give yourself some time to cool off and then get together and clear the air.

With that in my head, I slept on it and texted my friend the next day.  I explained why I was upset and that I was aware I over reacted and for that I was sorry.  He responded that he would never suggest Zach be put alone, but that he realized it wasn't his place.  Essentially he had noticed Zach off doing his own thing and didn't want him to feel excluded.

I needed to know that despite Friday night's events that we were ok.  After discussions like this it can either be a "hug it out have a beer feeling" or a "ok we're good, but it's still a little awkward".  In this particular case it was the latter.  I'm hoping things will get better once they have time to settle, because I genuinely value his friendship.

Saturday was a different story.  Last week I had suggested to Zach that he could have a Guys Game night with his friends.  Zach is a gamer.  He is going to be the nerdy guy who goes to comic con and falls in love with a girl dressed as Catwoman or something.

Zach loved the gamer night idea and so Saturday night, Marc, Radman and Aiden came by for a sleepover.  The dynamic with these kids is incredible.  They just get eachother.  We have two xbox consoles (a 360 and a One), so the boys kept mixing it up.  All 4 would play together for a while, then two would pair off to the other console, or one who needed a solo break would play Roblox on the computer.  Zach is very much the "Sheldon" of the group based on his social awkwardness, but it doesn't seem to bother these kids.

It's unspoken, but none of them judge each other for taking those breaks when they need it.   Sometimes one of the boys will suggest that they do another activity, so a spontaneous screen hiatus in the form of a nerf gun war would break out, lots of fun.

Outside of Zach, who has issues with voice volume, the other kids are really quiet and are a good influence on him.  When they are around, he is calm and happy.  I've even heard from the teachers that when he changed seating arrangements to be closer to Radman  (he used to sit next to another kid with ADHD), his behavior and school work noticeably improved.

Sunday morning, boys got up and had brunch.  They were all so very polite.  When I went upstairs to put some laundry away, I noticed that each of them had folded up the blankets and sleeping bags.  So sweet.

Saturday reminded me that there will be high's and low's.  When Zach is around people he has a lot in common with, he's a different kid and I have to remember that.

It's no different than if I was made to go to a gamer convention and had to listen to then talk about all the intricacies of Far Cry or Assassin's Creed. I think I would become spontaneously narcoleptic.


Bottom line is that I am the only one worrying about this.  Zach is happy, has made some friends and knows he's loved.



Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Plugged

For the last little while, Logan has been complaining of stomach aches.

Initially we thought he meant his stomach was upset.  But as it went on, we realized he meant stomach cramps.

Every parent would take that seriously if their kid kept complaining and we are even more aware because of his appendicitis last year.

We took him to the doctor about two weeks ago who thought it might be some excess stomach acid.  I remained unconvinced, but it was worth a try.

With something like that you have to give it a little time to work.  If that was the issue, it wouldn't immediately take the stomach aches away, but they would start to ease up you would think.

Logan really wanted to feel better and was really hopeful the medicine would work.  However we noticed that it didn't seem to be helping and if anything, the stomachaches were getting worse.

I morphed into "Mum" mode and was determined to get to the bottom of it.  I called to make another appointment with the doctor, but they couldn't fit him in until the end of the week.  Since Logan was feeling so rotten, I didn't want to wait that long. When I was talking to the nurse, she said that even if we did come in Friday, chances were the doctor would request an Xray.  Then we would either be sent to get one immediately (depending on how bad the doctor thought it was) or we would have to wait and get a letter indicating an appointment date in the mail.

The nurse asked, "Is he hurting right now?".  Yes he was.  So she just told us to go to emergency.  The thing about that is Children's Hospital is great and they would look into it right away.  So that's what we did.

Brad left work and took Logan in.  Winnipeg Regional Health Authority has this cool website that let's you see approximate wait times at the various hospitals in real time.  It was helpful because Brad didn't want to spend hours there ( But he would have if need be of course).  When Brad first left to pick up Logan there was 2 people on the waiting list, wait time was 15-30 minutes.

By the time he drove across the city to get Logan and then headed back downtown, there was 8 people in front and a 90 minute wait.  Still, that isn't bad.

Surprisingly, they ended only having to wait about a half hour.  They got Logan assessed and sent him for an xray.  I was quite thankful for that as it would give us a better picture of what was really going on.

The doctor was great and showed Logan the xray.  She pointed out a whole bunch of big squiggly lines.  Turns out, the kid is plugged. Really plugged.  Ah, that makes sense.

So Logan was sent home with a industrial strength prescription.  The doctor warned us that when he takes it, we have to make sure he time to be home for a good 12 hours.  Apparently, Logan will be spending a good deal of time in the water closet.

I am glad we got it figured out.  Hopefully the colon blow will do its job and Logan will be feeling better soon.

And for those who were a little squeamish about this post, I will leave you with the following sentiment....

Friday, June 17, 2016

Wedding Bells

This past weekend Owen and Whitney got married.

Maybe it is because Owen is someone I am close to, but it was one of my favorite weddings ever.

It was held on the Art Gallery Rooftop which is an outdoor venue amid sculptures and beautiful views of the city.

In the week leading up to the wedding, the weather was for sh*t, but miraculously on the day, the sun was shining.

I knew that I wanted the boys to dress up, so the day before we set out to find them suits.  Logan already had a suit jacket and dress pants, but flat out refused to wear a tie. Fine...I decided to pick my battles.

Zach on the other hand has outgrown everything.  So I took him to Sears to get a jacket.  I was initially going to go to Moores or something, but it seemed crazy to to spend that much on a suit which was going to fit him for 10 minutes.

ZJ hates shopping.  HATES it.  While we were out shopping he looked like a toddler who had missed his nap.  Add to that Zach is the complete opposite of materialistic.  With the exception of video games, he thinks spending money is stupid (which is in direct contrast to his brother who is the ultimate consumer).  As he sat on the floor of the store looking angsty, he said, "Can't we just go to Value Village?"

REALLY?

He was convinced that was where he wanted to go, so off we went.  He went directly to the suit jackets, found one that fit (A Banana Republic one that he tried on in the aisle), bee lined to the dress shirts ( A Tommy Hilfiger one) and after snagging the shirt, found the raddest tie for $2.00 ( It was a dark grey with black graphic designs... skulls, video game controllers etc).  He has asked if he could wear the jacket with his dark black dress jeans and Aldo dress shoes that he had at home. You bet kiddo.

Total Cost?  $47.

Crazy, I was not expecting to get those brand names at Value Village!  Plus they looked brand new!  We got the suit jacket and shirt dry cleaned and he was ready to go.

The wedding itself was lovely.  Whitney looked amazing.  She is likely the only woman on the planet that could be 7 1/2 months pregnant and wear a poppy red backless dress.  So gorgeous.

Owen looked sharp in a well fitted grey suit.  But you know what?  They could have worn sweatpants and slippers and it wouldn't have mattered. Their happiness shone out of their faces like sunbeams and they could not have been able to look anything other than amazing.  I tried to get a good picture, but I was so caught in the moment that I forgot to take some!


In fact the whole wedding party was one of the nicer ones I've seen and I've seen a bunch of crazy bridesmaid dresses over the years.

Whitney's bridesmaids were stunning.  Satin or Silk ( it was hard to tell without going up and touching them, which I am quite confident would have been frowned upon) with splashes of black and red.  It completely fit in with the artsy venue.

My sister Jill (I called Owen and Jill my pseudo siblings) looked so beautiful.  Jill is super tiny.  So tiny that a size 0 is sometimes too big.  I am fairly confident my left thigh is bigger than her waist.  Her dress fit her like a glove. Jason shared a really great picture of them with me.

Jill is a very elegant woman and constantly reminds me of Audrey Hepburn.  You very rarely see her drink very much, so it was a bit of a novelty to see her tipsy and out on the dance floor letting loose.

Oh! Almost forgot, Owen's friend Paul was hands down the best MC in the history of forever.  No joke, that guy killed it.


All in all, it was a really great day and I could not be happier to have Whitney in the family officially, but truth be told, she been a part of the family for awhile :) .



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