Clogging...blogging...not to be confused

It makes me feel young and sassy to zip around capital circle, perfecting my eyebrows with my handy car-pocket tweezers in a cute dress and lip-glossed glamor, blasting "St. Elmo's Fire" on my way to the wedding of two wonderful people. But sometimes, regardless of how good you look or how fast you drive, you can't cross Tallahassee during rush hour in twenty minutes, and yes, in Tallahassee when the wedding invitation says 5:30, they actually start at 5:30. No kidding.

So I missed the entire processional and some of the message, really. And there was nothing even remotely cool about that. In my defense, I combed my kitchen and bedroom for over an hour for long-lost parts to my breast-pump and never succeeded in finding them all before my baby sitter arrived. With twenty minutes left till my timed departure, I still had to nurse Noemie, brief the sitter, dress, and do my hair and makeup. Feeding Noemie alone takes twenty minutes. So there you have it. Those parts of the wedding which I did get to see, I loved. Their centerpieces were green apples and pink gerberas. Can you handle the cuteness? Like Sally bouncing up and down during her vows... she was so excited. Danny thought she looked like a wedding cake. I thought she looked beautiful.

We had to return home early since Noemie's feeding schedule will not yield to even the cutest nuptial celebration. Dominic was asleep and the sitter was cheerful, two good signs. Noemie was awake and looking hungry but she wasn't crying. And Danny... Danny discovered that a package had arrived while he was at the academy this afternoon. He finally got the cell phone he ordered. A tough guy cell phone. A phone that he chose because he can run it over with his car and it wont break. I'm sure Dominic can break it. We'll see how long it lasts. At the time of this writing, he is carefully removing and inspecting every item in the carton and placing it in a pre-ordained spot on the floor. I take it back. That's what he was doing 2 minutes ago. In the past two minutes, Danny has gone from ceremoniously disembowling the cellphone package to passing out cold on the carpet. Hana and I have talked about this. It's an Espinosa boy-thing.

It's been such a long day. For me, I mean. Dominic woke up with a poopie. Nothing new. But what was new is that this morning he told me he had a poopie. Usually, I ask him (though I already know) and regardless of the correct answer, he always responds with a "no?" Like he's hoping that answer will be acceptable. But we have made it to the end. A Playdate, gardening adventures, a wedding... and here we are.

Dominic models his new 'do



Danny and Noemie chat with family in Venezuela



Dominic explains for the upteenth time that the Schechem stranglehold originated west of the River Jordan (duh, mom)