When Oliver started crying and Isobel was at the point of whatever, my middle daughter Cady, had to take them to the car and remain there throughout the wedding; missed her little brother and his bride saying their vows.
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The wedding of my son Parker and his new bride Katie has come and gone and I feel like Isobel in this pic. I really didn't have to do that much, but I was wiped out when it was all said and done. Guess I'm getting too old for these kinds of things. Isobel had on the cutest apple green dress with beaded butterflies, hem and bodice and sparkly shoes to match. Izzy turns 2 next month and as you can imagine (or can't), she was uncontrollable at the fete. She mopped the floor or was running to and fro; she frowned or ran from everyone. Instantly, the shoes came off and the hair clip came out. People were saying she was a little Nonna and I have to admit, they were right. I couldn't help but smile. She does take after the original wild child.