Wedding Weekend

Rachel and John got married last Friday at the Nauvoo Temple.  Their ring ceremony and reception followed on Saturday at Sandy's home.

Pam, Emily, and Lauren flew in from Washington for the big event.  The kids and I went down to Sandy's on Friday and met up with them and my mom to get in a visit and help get some last minute details prepared for the evening while Sandy's family was traveling.

About 150 guests were expected, and I was to make cupcakes for the crowd.  My plan was for 8 cake mixes, which would require 2 dozen eggs.  I had alerted my sister of the ingredients I would need. When I came up short, she said, "but there were 16 there".  Math.  Argggh!

Sandy lives about 20 minutes from the nearest store that carries eggs.  Seriously! Who knew these places exist!  Multiply that by 2 ways, add a few children in carseats, plus time to shop, and I would easily be looking at over an hour travel to get the 8 eggs I still needed.

As you may recall from this cute picture in the early spring, my sister raises chickens.

My kids LOVE the chickens.  They feed them leaves and try to pet them every chance they get.  I HATE the chickens.  But expedience won, so I decided that I would take my kids out to the coop to collect a few eggs.  Emily tagged along in case we needed to send for help and to take pictures.

We had an impromptu hunt for loose eggs on the ground, but no luck.  I sent them up inside the coop, but all we found was one duck egg laying in the poop on the ground.  There was one chicken sitting on a nest box, looking at us with beady eyes.

So in the name of love for Rachel and love of cupcakes, I approached the coop myself.  I checked three boxes for eggs with no luck.  Behind door number four sat Henrietta.  She fluffed her butt feathers at me, but did not move off the nest.  "Excuse me," I said, in my best egg thief voice, "could you please move?"  Nothing.  Again.  Still nothing.  So I poked her in the butt.  She ruffled, and sat.  "Please?".  Fluff.  Nudge. Fluff.  Poke.  Fluff.  Finally, after several rounds, she glared at me and hopped off the nest.  She had been guarding a full dozen eggs.  Big and small, she had them all.  Even with the deluxe accommodations, all of the hens lay their eggs in one nest.  Warm from the hen, and slimy fresh, I pulled out the eggs.  Poor bird.  Poor me.

Can you tell from the close-up how much I enjoyed this?

So, we went back and finished our work.  Cupcakes were baked, s'mores were packaged and labeled, silverware was tied, and bulletins were bowed.  A port-a-pottie was even delivered in the middle of our fun.

Pam packaging s'mores for the campfire.

The next morning, the real last minute work began.  Setting up tables and chairs, arranging the games, stringing up the lights that couldn't be done ahead.  The sky was overcast, and the spot that Rachel had picked in the woods to have the ring ceremony was very dim, and I didn't think there would be enough light to get good pictures in the evening.  So we rearranged, and everything looked beautiful.

Drip, drip, "did you feel that?" drop.  Less of a drizzle than a mist, but we did have precipitation in the air.  We ignored it and forged ahead with setup.

 

Despite the drizzle, plans went forward, and the photographer came before the ceremony to get pictures of the bridal party.  My kiddos had been too excited to settle down for a nap until about 20 minutes before she arrived.  They were in no mood to cooperate.

Even the coaxing of cousins can't pull Ellie out of her funk.

Phoebe and Emma were bridesmaids.

About an hour after wake-up and with a dose of sugar from a cupcake and a dinner roll, Princess Ellie was now ready to be seen by her public. The photographer had been finished, but tacked on a few more pictures for us.

Tommy absolutely refused to come out dressed in his ring-bearer outfit, so he came as a super hero instead.

Pam's stepdaughter Holly and her two kids were also there.  It's been years since I've seen her, and it was awesome to have her there.  Lauren and Emily came in from the west.

The father of the groom did a wonderful job of entertaining my kids all afternoon and evening while I chased people around with a camera.  He taught them how to throw the bolas and played cornhole with them in the rain.

Giant Kerplunk! was my favorite game.  I didn't get a chance to play, but I did get to watch.

As the rain increased and guests started arriving with umbrellas, the groomsmen rushed to move the tables to Sandy's porch.  Thank goodness it wraps all the way around the house.  Three sides of the porch are covered, and although it was a tight squeeze, we managed to seat all the guests that braved the rain.

The ring ceremony got a last minute switch back to the original planned location in the woods.  The rain was coming down steadily, but the trees provided a little bit of protection.  It was a beautiful ceremony despite the damp.

The bride was kissed...

The lemon wedding cake packed quite a punch!

Okay, the punch was Rachel's, but it looks like John still loved her.  Even after she got him again with two additional cupcakes.

en garde... Tommy takes on one of the groomsmen with a Kerplunk stick.