The Wedding

Clio was a big hit at her first wedding ex-utero (we went to Rory's wedding 8 months pregnant). She was charming in a green seersucker halter dress and bloomers, and very content to arrive on the arm (quite literally) of a dashing escort, aka The Daddy.


She was shy with some of her suitors, (that's the shy look, arm behind her back, chin down into her shoulder),


But once the ceremony began and the crowd settled down, Clio lost all pretense of shyness and spoke right up, issuing a lot of "da da das" into the quiet. She also trotted out her latest trick to practice- this mostly includes hitting my face.


Clearly, Clio liked having her hands held almost as much as I like having my face hit.


Once the bride arrived (and what a gorgeous bride!), The Daddy took Clio to a less disruptive spot, way back in the grass.

All in all, I'd say she did okay.
Mazel tov, Sara and Roy!