Last weekend we headed south to Richmond to see family, friends, and go to a wedding.
It was a packed weekend, but lots of fun.
We drove down on Saturday morning in record time (2 1/2 hours). We usually drive on Friday evening after Eric gets off work and fight five hours of traffic. This trip, my pregnant body opted for sleeping another night in my own bed and not being in the car in unnecessary traffic.
Our first stop was to see our dear friends the Feliciano family. We got to go to Isaac's soccer game, had lunch, and some great hang out time together.
Audrey and Selah loved playing dress up together.
Our cuddle boys connected right away.
Elliott put his blanket under his shirt and said "baby"
... maybe he does get what is happening.
Sunday morning we went to Cracker Barrel (our favorite) to meet my Aunt and her beau
We had to spend some time in the rockers before and after we ate.
We also got to swing by my Great Aunt Helen's house to say hi.
She is awesome, energetic and going on 92!
After our Auntie visits, we headed to Amelia, just outside of Richmond for a family wedding.
Audrey was so excited that the town was called Amelia since that is the name of her best friend.
My step-father's (Larry's) granddaughter (so my step niece), Liz was getting married and Audrey was the very proud flower girl.
Our family all dolled up
Just the girls
Eric and Elliott (he was as grumpy as he looked)
Audrey said, "Liz and I are princesses today!"
My mom, Larry and kids
Me and my belly
Sharing with his sister
The beautiful wedding site
The boys and their glasses
No shyness here
Audrey stood in front the whole time
but wasn't always focused
She was excited to walk back with one of the groomsmen
Elliott was not able to sit through the ceremony,
so he watched with Eric from inside
Gogo (my mom), E Ry, and dizzy (his blankie)
Larry's family
The beautiful couple
Audrey got to dance with her Daddy
It was a great wedding, but we had to head home... the drive took four hours...
the kids fell asleep pretty fast...
but then woke up again to have a 45 minute meltdown, which was not photographed nor recorded.
What a weekend and what a recovery Monday to follow!