I am so excited to read Kris's comment on Ali's trainwreck of a Fiji vacation. It was pretty much the 'Frank Show' for the first 30 minutes, which I thought was totally obnoxious. But I didn't get a chance to watch the whole program, mainly since I couldn't subject my parents to 120 minutes of ridiculous beach scenes and 'overnight dates,' so I'm curious to see what actually happened.
In the meantime, check out Scotty's 11 month pictures and some activities we've been engaging in since the folks rolled into town. Oh, and we leave for Cali in t-minus 24 hours!!! I cannot wait. Wedding plans seem to be going smoothly, although the bride send out an email stating she lost her cell phone last night. It's always darkest before dawn, Tiff. On the Tuesday before my wedding, my day was filled with doctors' appointments, all of whom confirmed that I had a nasty case of shingles. And then they told me I was a danger to unborn children and people with compromised immunity systems. Then I had to send out an email to every female guest at the wedding of child-bearing age stating that due to my present condition, I was a risk to their (potential) fetus and please take a pregnancy test, just to be safe. Surprisingly, two guests were in the first trimester (but had already had chicken pox, so they were okay) and avoided me, and the only person who was pregnant, in their first trimester, and had never had the chicken pox? My matron of honor. Then came the scary realization that she would not be able to come to the wedding, at all. Lots of tears.
LOTS of tears.
Tuesdays before weddings stink. Hang in there, Tiff. I'd say, "Call me"...but, well, you can't. :-(
Okay, some Bear pics. Let's think happy thoughts!
In the meantime, check out Scotty's 11 month pictures and some activities we've been engaging in since the folks rolled into town. Oh, and we leave for Cali in t-minus 24 hours!!! I cannot wait. Wedding plans seem to be going smoothly, although the bride send out an email stating she lost her cell phone last night. It's always darkest before dawn, Tiff. On the Tuesday before my wedding, my day was filled with doctors' appointments, all of whom confirmed that I had a nasty case of shingles. And then they told me I was a danger to unborn children and people with compromised immunity systems. Then I had to send out an email to every female guest at the wedding of child-bearing age stating that due to my present condition, I was a risk to their (potential) fetus and please take a pregnancy test, just to be safe. Surprisingly, two guests were in the first trimester (but had already had chicken pox, so they were okay) and avoided me, and the only person who was pregnant, in their first trimester, and had never had the chicken pox? My matron of honor. Then came the scary realization that she would not be able to come to the wedding, at all. Lots of tears.
LOTS of tears.
Tuesdays before weddings stink. Hang in there, Tiff. I'd say, "Call me"...but, well, you can't. :-(
Okay, some Bear pics. Let's think happy thoughts!
I'm so big, I cover the sign!
My dad's golf lesson at the Butch Harmon School of Golf. Go, Dad!
Whack!
And Scotty enjoying dinner last night with his grandparents. The waitress gave him a wet washcloth at the end of the meal, and you would have thought it was the keys to the city. This kid LOVED it. He would touch the washcloth, giggle, push it away, giggle, touch it again, giggle. Etc. You get the idea. Such a silly boy.
Hee hee! It's WET!
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