There was also an incredibly cute baby.
I kind of made him hold the baby several times. He had never held a baby before holding Chloe at our wedding, so I told him he needs to practice. She started fussing when he held her before, but it was because she was about to spit up. Lucky him, she spit up all over me. But when he picked her up this last time, she instantly fell asleep. I'm just glad he's started holding her normally. Before, it was like she was a ticking bomb covered in goo.
I'm not much of a picture taker, but I was going through my phone and found this one:
We had gotten to the hotel and I was marvelling at the size of the bathroom. I took my veil and bobby pins out. "Honey!" I yelled to the other room. "Come look at my hair! My hair looks awesome." He agreed that it did, but for some reason, he wasn't as enthused.
In other news, someone just called my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. So, as I do in these situations, I answered with "This is Cathie." "Is this Mrs. Gifford?" the voice said. I paused. Do I correct her? Nah. "No, it certainly isn't." It turned out to be my home warranty company, calling to persuade me to renew. So, because I bought the house, the automatically assume I'm married? Yeah, well, newsflash, I bought the house when I was single. Because it turns out you can have a life when you're single. You can buy cars, houses, vacations...it's amazing the things they let women do these days!
I don't know why that annoyed me so much, but it really did. Shouldn't she have just asked for Ms. Gifford? There's no male name on the warranty, anyway.