The Wedding Recap You've all been Waiting for

I'm almost ashamed to bring you this post because it's been MONTHS since I last blogged. Real adulthood is no joke people.

So I guess I have a lot to catch you up on, and a lot of the things are extremely exciting, in my little world anyway.

1. I got married!

Obviously there's no way I have the time for a full wedding recap, seeing as though I don't have the time to blog more than once every 4 months, but I will try to hit on the major points.

So rewind to the weekend before the wedding. I went on a bachelorette party for one of my best friends from Geneseo, overnight in Niagara Falls.

It was SO fun, but come Sunday when we were heading home, my freakout begun. 5 days before the wedding and I was freaking. the. eff. out. My friend Emily told me about this Modern Family episode she was watching, the one where Cam and Mitch get married, and the punchline for the entire episode was about their "wedding bump". So her and I were laughing, like "ohh I wonder what my bump is going to be...".

And it was sooo funny until the bump came. And when I say bump, I am not talking in metaphors.

So now fast forward to two days before the wedding. We arrive in Watertown. I was inwardly bugging out, knew I had sooo much to do still, but for some reason, I thought lounging by the pool was the best option. Wrong. Harrison loves to swim, whereas I do not, so naturally, Dave was in the pool with him and I was sunning myself on a pool chair. Here's where my advice to any future parents or parents of small children comes in: DO NOT and I repeat, do not, lift your child out of the pool, and leave them to their own will to run (because you know they won't walk) along the concrete poolside unsupervised.

I'm sure you can guess where this story is going. Harrison falls. Smacks his head on the concrete. I almost don't want to describe the sight that ensued because it still to this day makes me sick to my stomach. All in all, he ended up with a GIANT goose egg, and luckily there was hardly any blood, but any parents can probably attest to this- it was the first time he got really, really hurt, and the scare of it for me was a lot worse than the actual boo-boo (however the boo-boo was bad too). I spent the right of the night crying, inbetween awful thoughts like "OMG what if he has a concussion" or "OMG what if he has a brain aneurism" (parenthood effs with your mind).

Looks like a lot less of an offense here but trust me, huge. 

Moral of the story is this: Harrison's fall really put things in perspective for me, which was a good thing, considering before that, I was thinking the world was going to end because I forgot to procure a garder for the wedding day for the garder toss... or you know in the moment I felt like the all was lost, but reading that back now I think there's no way I thought the world was going to end, right? I'm that crazy?

Some brides are all like, "I would totally get married again tomorrow if I could" and my take on that is: NO NEVER. Not that I wouldn't partake in the best party of my life again, because yes actually I would do that every day if I could. I just mean I'll skip all of the planning, and stressing, and commotion. Harrison didn't appreciate the commotion either. Not to worry though, my photographer is amazing and still somehow managed to get a few pictures of him smiling!

too lazy to find the version with my photographer's watermark. You're welcome, Rosey! 

Another reflection I have about my own wedding was this: you know how you always hear married women saying they never were able to get drunk at their own wedding? 100% true. Which was fine. Until the point in the night when everyone else was WASTED and I learned that the entire party of groomsmen and other miscellaneous friends were out in the parking lot all night taking shots of scotch. So that made a fun ending of the night for those involved... and me not being one of them, not so much. I got adequately tipsy so it wasn't a complete fail, and one of our friends stole a bottle of wine for the bus ride back, so I hit that pretty hard :)

All things considered, it really was the world's best night, best party, best dancing, best company, and best ALL THE THINGS. Dave and I proceeded to attend 5 weddings after our own this summer, and let me say that I thoroughly enjoyed every one of them because the stress of my own was behind me. If weddings aren't the best, I don't know what is.

I guess this turned into more a mini-wedding recap, and I know that's what you all wanted anyways. The next posts I plan to write are The Honeymoon Edition, The Speech Therapy Edition, The Pottytraining Edition, and the Edition of Working Full Time and Failing at Life.

Preview of the Potty Training

Thanks for bearing with me friends :)