We had Emily's blessing back in July.
I finally decided what I wanted to do with her dress, after putting it off for months.
We had almost the whole family there (we were just missing my brothers), we were on time for church, and I found something that fit me at 5wks postpartum.
It gets exponentially harder with each child you add to get a good picture of all of the children.
Uh, yep, that would be my kids and two others that belong to my sister.
Hey, those three pictures previous to this are all of the grandkids on Aaron's side of the family. See? We have to be overachievers for the grandparents' sake.
We snagged a pic with Aaron's family
And got that classic picture of baby screaming with mom and dad.
By all accounts a successful morning.
Things unfortunately took a slight turn for the worse when the fact that I had been up every 30 minutes during the night caught up with me, my parents had to leave before we got pictures of them with our family (no one even told me they left while I was back feeding baby), and a diaper explosion/changing mishap turned her beautiful white dress into a yellow nightmare.
Oh well, what are you going to do about it?
I have a minor breakdown in my bedroom. (whereupon my angelic grandma comes to console me)
We take pictures with my grandparents and Emily despite the fact that she is no longer in her blessing dress.
I excuse myself and go take a nap for a while. (trust me, everyone was in favor of that)
I take soak/treat/wash the yellow nightmare repeatedly for 3 days until every yellow spot finally works its way out. Except that tiny one in the back that will hopefully disappear with time.
I then take the dress that is finally fixed to my parents' house for Sunday dinner the next week and make them take pictures with her dressed in it. Even though they weren't pictures from her blessing day.
Besides, I also realized that we didn't have any pictures of *just* Emily on her blessing day. My brain really wasn't working that day. We did at least manage to get these when we took pictures with my parents.
Love that face.
And one day, I'll look back and laugh because all of the gory details that I left out of this little synopsis will be a thing so far in the past that it will be humorous. One day it will all be a great story to tell Emily.