27 months

*There is a post about Baby M and co.'s visit to D.C. underneath this one if you are sick of the wedding.  But really, how could you be sick of the best wedding ever?

Guess what, bloggy?  I lied to you.  Last month was not the last of the wedding photos from my brother W.  Here are s'more from him!

It was so lovely to have a fenced in play area for the little people.

This rushing river at the back of the backyard is the reason it was so lovely to have a fenced in play area.

Re-enacting placing the cake topper just before our soiree started.

There was never any doubt that we would play nice with the cake.  Smearing cake in the other person's face is tacky, rude, and not the right tone to start off a marriage.

In the midst of our party an epic battle erupted.  The balloons created a giant monster that started eating children.  It would lure them in...

Then savagely start engulfing bodies.

As bystanders stood helpless, the balloon creature finished devouring it's chosen prey.

Some small children were fortunate enough to escape, but they were shocked by the things they had seen. (P.S. doesn't V look impossibly small and young here?!)

Some could only point and wonder where their friends had gone.

Still others brazenly mocked the balloon creature.

Thus ends the balloon creature saga.  Until the next sighting, at least. 


Meanwhile, the party raged on.  Okay, it definitely didn't rage.  Perhaps it moseyed.  Or strolled.  Sister in law K is very good at self portraits, but I especially love this one because in the background I am hugging the man who married me to T!  Also, K looks fabulous so it's a good photo for that reason, too.

K tastefully sampling the cake.

She liked the cake so much that when she thought no one was looking (nice tie, Dad!) she went for a big handful.  Yes, the cake was so good, it deserved eating by the fistful.  Even by those older than 5, though they won't publicly admit it.

This is one of my favorite photos ever of my brother W and his wife K.

Awww.  Sharing is caring.

And now that really is the last of the photos from my brother W.  The End.