A wedding & solid food puke

You don't know stress until you've tried to keep your 11 month old quiet and entertained at your brother's wedding ceremony. Here is what it entails: 

Food, bottles, Piglet, wands, toys and an iPhone

But before I get to the ceremony, first we must go back. 

Walker, Whiner, Smiler, Shy

Prologue: Ahhh this feels good...I missed blogging. Wow. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I sat down and started writing this post. 
My pregnancy blog was the best way possible for me to vent and process everything that was happening to my body and our life. I stopped after Cecilia was born because I felt like I couldn't write about our daughter and our life with the same sarcasm and mockery as my maternity blog. Well, I'm here today to tell you that ship has sailed. Who cares? Not me, not no one. Not my chair, not my problem.

This is not a "look how fabulous of a mom I am" blog. I am not super mom. I don't make every ounce of food Cecilia eats. I don't disinfect every inch of our house...hell we're lucky if I vacuum more than once a month. No judgypants, not here. 

All this being said...I'll probably be a little judgy.