The Collins, in olivine

We were in my cousin's wedding, Tim and I, and had a great time. The difficult thing about being in a wedding together when your kids are not in the wedding is, well, the kids. Even getting ready for the wedding proved a challenge. What DO you do with 3 little monsters while you're stuck up front for an hour, not to mention the hour for pics, the reception duties... Luckily I have wonderful parents and step-parents that towed the line. They sat in balcony seats then rushed outside when the middlest's peeps were too loud and echoey. They fed dissolving baby puffs to a squirmy baby girl to keep her satisfied (and quiet). They even rushed out the doors with poopy baby in hand to save the other wedding guests from the wafting smell of a nasty diaper. They're saints.

The kids always seem to put on their best snarkiness when we're unsure ourselves of the day's events and how they will play out. The middle kid shaved his head by himself while Daddy was busy getting ready and had to have his head shaved again before they left. The two boys kept disappearing up the steps to the choir balcony at the church and shouted NEVER! when asked to come down. The baby did well. She doesn't have fully developed snark yet. We have some time with her.

(the real Collins)

Anyway, this is us in olivine. I say green but according to the bride, it's olivine. I guess it sounds more romantic to say olivine. The olivine dress was tight and gave me a bad case of back fat overflow but it zipped so who's complaining. The Mr. looked very handsome in his tux and olivine vest. The bride was stunning, of course. I managed to get a few shots of her while out taking bridesmaids shots. All in all (snarky children and all) it was a great day.