Because I can …

This post will be totally not health-related and will be a blatant blogger abuse to showcase photos of Miles (and me).

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We went to Cincinnati this weekend.

My brother was getting married.

It was a bit hectic because Grandma decided she wanted attention.

She went into the hospital on Monday.

She had a pacemaker put in Friday.

And she still made it to the wedding an hour early.

I lit the unity candle for her.

I also did a reading.

Totally flubbed.

Miles slept.

Until the priest started to do the offertory blessing.

I hobbled to the back of church to nurse him while sitting on the toilet (not using it, I must clarify).

I got back for the end.

I clapped.

I hobbled to the back of church again.

My brother asked me to stop at Grandma’s to pick up jean shorts for him to change into at the wedding.

I conveniently forgot.

But not to switch out of my 3.5-inch heels into some ballet flats.

I went to the reception.

I ate a plate of fruit and veggies.

I ate cheese … and chicken … and pasta … and green beans.

And three of the most delicious cupcakes on the planet.

They were mini-size of course.

I played the mommy card and the “I’m babysitting Grandma tonight” card and left early.

And then I waited forever for Pacemaker Granny to decide that she was tired.

Then I slept.

The end.