My Nora Bora got married and she made the most gorgeous bride ever. Not to mention it was one of the most beautiful receptions ever, too. Here are a few pictures from the weekend:
|Nora's in her tango dress after changing out of her wedding dress. SO HOT.|
|The bride and groom post-rehearsal dinner.|
|Sara will kill me for this pic, but how often are you together and pregnant with a best friend you've known since you were 6!|
It was such a special time of seeing dear friends and celebrating Nora and Nathan.
While in Charlottesville, we also had a little celebration for Baby Girl Cat with some of my UVA besties and some of the people who have meant the world to my mom and me for over 30 years. (I am only 29 so these people have known me from the womb. Craaazy.) I received some special little trinkets for the babe, like a beautiful quilt that my friend Tilly made me and a gorgeous handmade sweater and smock dress, and some essentials like diapers and wipes and prosecco.
Prosecco, you question?? Yes! To celebrate once the babe arrives. Of course.
While driving back to DC after the wedding, I kept telling Michael that I smelled alcohol in the car. It was actually quite nice... a little bit of a fruity smell, kind of like apples, only kind of sour. (So maybe not 'quite nice.') I checked the gift bag that we had received from the wedding knowing that tiny bottles of vodka and whiskey where included inside, but they were sealed tight. I then convinced myself that I was probably just smell-hallucinating since the idea of a fruity adult beverage sounds very amazing to me these days. (I've looked into finding out if margaritas can be delivered to one's hospital room at Georgetown.... TBD.)
Anyway, upon arriving at home and unloading the car, Michael found the smell culprit. The prosecco had somehow opened and was slowly leaking.... all over the diapers! To be honest, there really was no better place for it to leak. If something's gonna leak, why not leak all over something that is manufactured for absorbency. Makes sense to me.
And here, in the midst of this little debacle, we learned our first lesson of parenthood: diapers change color when wet. Who knew!?? They have a little built in strip that is clean and light yellow when the diaper is dry. And when wet, the strip turns blue.
And smells like prosecco.
I'm chuckling as I write this. Our life lessons of parenthood started with a bang... followed by some fizz and some fruity smelling diapers. Man oh man, are we in it for the long haul or what. Pray for us....