Trevor & Kelly’s Wedding

It’s been much too long since I wrote a new post. I won’t bother with excuses, but here’s the catch up: I’m still pregnant, now safely into my second trimester, but not yet as relaxed and confident as I’d like; we’re all moved in but far from unpacked, and the needs-to-be-fixed-before-winter list keeps growing, but such is the joy of living in a 160+ year old home; and Hank is still the light of our world, though his adorableness is tempered right now by the fact that he’s got a nasty cold and is leaking disgusting fluids out of most of his orifices. But, this post is not about US: it’s about my little brother’s big, beautiful wedding on Saturday, and our adventures this weekend.

Hank was the ring bearer, which is a big job for someone who turned two the day before the wedding. Here he is all dressed up. The sweet yellow bow tie matched the ring pillow. He did a fantastic job, especially since unbeknown to us he was coming down with a raging flu bug and would be feverish, congested, and inconsolably miserable a mere six hours later.

The wedding party (including the dogs, who preceded Hank down the aisle). If you look closely, Hank is scrunching up his face like he swallowed a lemon. This is the face he makes if you hold up a camera and ask him to smile. I’m not sure the wedding photographers think this habit is quite as endearing as Penelope and I do.

Here comes the bride with her daddy.

This picture cracks me up, because it looks like Kelly’s introducing herself to Trevor. “Gosh, you look familiar. Have we met?”

Trevor reading his vows. If you knew my brother, you’d know how special it was for him to read aloud to his love in front of all of these people. First kiss as Mr. and Mrs.!

(Note the arch behind the bride and groom, above. My brother made that himself, and because every wedding needs a last-minute catastrophe, it got crushed in the truck during transport to the venue. Trevor was late to dress and meet the photographer because he had to rebuild it the morning of the wedding.)

Hank entertaining cousin Niecie, trying to keep her quiet during the ceremony. “It’s like church,” he tried to tell her (which is what we’d been telling him for weeks). She didn’t really understand.

Another of the wedding party. Hank is trying to make a break for it!

Everything about the wedding was beautiful, down to the smallest detail.

The guest book -

The cake (note the dog figurines beside the bride and groom) -

The desserts -

The flowers (all local, arranged by a friend of my sister). The bride and her mama spent ages collecting vases -

The music (Hank was enthralled by the bluegrass trio who played at the ceremony and during the cocktail hour. There was another band (rock) for the after dinner dancing, but Hank couldn’t stay up that late.) -

The entertainment (you know that awkward stretch at most weddings immediately before and after the ceremony, when the wedding party is busy with photos and set up, and the bar isn’t open yet? Trevor and Kelly’s solution = Lawn Games. Genius. Though what would you expect from the inventor of the Chasket? Hank liked the hula hoops and the jump rope best, though he didn’t know quite what to do with either. Yes, yes, he is singing into that jump rope. No, I didn’t tell him to: he came up with that all on his own.) -

The venue, and even the weather -

But the best part, of course, was seeing so many people we love. This is the first time that all of the first cousins on the groom’s side of the family had ever gotten together in one place, because we live all over the country. If only the grandparents (Hank’s great-grands) had been able to make the trip. They were sorely missed.

Before the wedding (the weekend wasn’t long enough to catch up with everyone!) -

So, even though it was really too much for four day weekend, and we’re paying for it now with a sick toddler, we had a wonderful time. Thanks so much to the bride and groom for bringing us all together to share your day!

-C.

 

 

SOS

Every March, Penelope’s extended family gathers at her brother’s house for one of our favorite Vermont traditions: sugar on snow. For those non-New Englanders not familiar with this delicacy, the recipe is simple: heat maple syrup to 230 degrees, then drizzle it over a bowl full of clean, packed snow. The syrup will harden into a soft taffy that will curl around a fork. Best served with sour pickles, cheddar cheese (white! Never mind what I said yesterday!), and doughnuts.

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Cousins lining up for snow.

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The syrup arrives. (Requires adult supervision, because it is both dangerously hot and sticky.)

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Hank’s first taste.

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Cousins + Puppies + Sugar High = Really Excited Hank

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When you’ve eaten all the SOS you can manage, stir the left-over syrup into maple cream, and spread it on your toast the next day. Soooo tasty! (Plus, no calories, since you burned them all off stirring, and stirring, and stirring, and stirring….)

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Cousins getting sap right from the source (note the bucket on the tree).

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Does Hank want some sap? …. Well, sure! He likes it!

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The sugar buzz starts to wear off during a walk in the woods, but luckily Uncle Ick* carries Hank home. (Hank can’t say “Eric” yet.)

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Here we are, milling around the sugar house, waiting for the sap truck to arrive. By gosh, there are a lot of us!

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Syrup samples lined up behind the kitchen sink.

Jealous? You can order syrup for your own SOS bash from Uncle Ick at http://www.sweetstonemaple.com. Better pack a cooler full of snow and stash it in your freezer now, though, because that stuff is going fast!

-C