Bryan and Robbi’s Wedding – Part 2

On Friday, a bunch of us headed downtown to The Perot Museum. It was pretty amazing; you could easily spend several days there and still not see or do everything they have to offer. We give it the family stamp of approval.

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The escalator to the top floor is enclosed in glass on the side of the building. It’s awesome, unless that type of thing scares you and then it wouldn’t be so awesome. We passed many a screaming, crying child at the base.

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Lots of interactive games and stations for kids of all ages:

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Lily and Tim as weather reporters:

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The “Grape Jelly Geode”:

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Lily enjoying her first massive earthquake:

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Lily flies like an eagle in an awesome simulation:

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After the museum, we surprised Booh with cupcakes from Trailercakes to celebrate her birthday (which was the day after the wedding):

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THEN….*huff puff*….we headed out for the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. Here are a few Sibs snapshots we took in the lobby of the church.

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The intentionally-closed eye pic…a favorite of ours:

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The rehearsal dinner will get its own post…coming right up!

 

Bryan and Robbi’s Wedding – Part 1

I owe you some pictures. And I’m sorry for the delay. Seems like life wasn’t up for giving me any down time when I got back from Dallas. I struggled with how I was going to post some of my photos and think I’ll break it up by day to make it easier…for you and me.  I’ll just post a few of my favorite highlights and put the rest in an online album. Leave a comment if you want the invite to see them.

So, let’s get right to it: Thursday.

Most of my family was converging in Texas on Thursday. Since it was the only time The Sibs would have a time to be around each other without anyone else, we took the opportunity to have a pizza par-tay with our parents. We wanted to take a group picture and since Booh was holding her real baby, I said I wanted to hold mine (Lily)…so Bryan decided to hold his. Unfortunately Joe was in Colorado, so he missed out on our shenanigans.

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After the pizza party wrapped up, Lily and I had a slumber party in our VERY OWN HOTEL ROOM! She was so excited and it led to some rule breaking.

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Bedtime came swiftly, but not before we gave some love to Linc. These two are so precious together. 

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One post down. Two or Three to go.

 

Friday Five: The Best of Bryan

Every Friday I’ll indulge my order-crazed brain in a list of randomness. Welcome to my Friday Fives.

Tomorrow’s the big day! By the time you’re reading this I’ll be at my brother’s rehearsal dinner, giving a toast of sorts, drinking mojitos and laughing. There will be lots of laughing.

I remember the exact moment when I realized my brother was hilarious. He had just returned home from his first summer as a camp counselor and was regaling us with hilarious stories of lifeguard training, poop in swim trunks and kids who lie about their parents (“ya’didn’t?”). We were captivated by his enthusiasm, his storytelling, his infectious grin. My sides were sore from laughing. My god, I thought, I have a ridiculously awesome brother.

When I was in college, I took a movement and posture class (yeah, music degrees!) and one day we had to lie down and laugh so we could feel the release in our bodies. Not a forced laugh, but a genuine i-can’t-stop laugh. Our teacher prompted us to think of one of the funniest moments in our lives to generate the laugh. What did I think of? A look my brother gave me in the car once when everyone around us was arguing. Even now, I crack up when I think of the moment. He’s kinda perfect like that.

So I figured I’d share the love and offer up some of my favorite, i-can’t-stop-laughing moments with Bryan.

5. Hotrod & Catfish

When we were in middle school we had a wonderfully eccentric neighbor named William. He was retired from the military, his wife worked and his kids had grown. The man was bored out of his mind and said the craziest stuff, but he loved me and Bryan. He drove me to lessons, played golf in the yard with Bryan and gave us the nicknames we still use today: Hotrod and Catfish. William’s been gone for years, but his nicknames live on…which was confirmed when I received a LinkedIn request (pulled from Bryan’s contacts) for Catfish to join its network. There’s only one person Catfish will ever be linked to, and that’s Hotrod.

4. Orlando

When Bryan and Joe were both celebrating big graduations, we came up with the idea for a siblings-only trip. A Sibling Sabbatical of sorts, which quickly was shortened to SibSab. There was only one place for us all to go: Harry Potter World. This trip was amazing and there were so many great moments with Bryan, but one of them has to be when he put on this dinosaur hat in a gift shop to soak up all the water on his head from the ride we just finished. Only to rub it around and then take it off and put it back on the shelf when he was finished. It was so funny. So wrong, but so funny.

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3. Owasso

Bryan and I have the distinct honor of surviving Owasso together. Talk about a few fish out of water in the beginning. But, Bryan’s charm and wit easily won both of us into the cool (band) crowd. There are so many great moments from our time there, but some of my favorites have to be his hip-grinding dance he tried to get into our marching band show by demonstrating to our band director; the time he had to move a huge (dead) rattlesnake from the parking lot, wrapped in a towel, and screamed like a little girl when it hit his arm on the way into the dumpster; when he became drum major my senior year and he was more badass than I could’ve ever imagined. I seriously need to scan some old pics, but here’s a goldie oldie:

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2. Emergency Room

One summer, Bryan and I were both home and for some reason I was sleeping in the extra bed in his room. He spent the night tossing and turning, getting up repeatedly, and finally woke me up early to say he didn’t feel good. As any concerned sister, I grumbled something and rolled over. That is, until he said, “you know the ringwraiths from Lord of the Rings?” <mmhmm> “They’re kicking me in my side.” <okay, I’m up.>

Turns out, his appendix was rupturing, so I rushed him to the hospital and stayed by his side until they took him into surgery. When a nurse came in and asked if I was his sister or his girlfriend, he said “is there a difference?” Always joking, even before major surgery.

1. Paris

Ah, Paris. The City of Love, The City of Lights. They City where Bryan danced the “Chicken Dance” at every opportunity. The City where Bryan got the entire family kicked out of Sacre Coeur mere minutes after getting there. The City where Bryan and I shared a hotel room that was supposed to have double beds. The City where we slept closer than any 20+-year-old siblings should ever have to sleep. I can still see Bryan’s face when we opened the door and saw the one, teeny-tiny bed. I can hear his pleas to our sister and brother-in-law to somehow make it different. I remember his wide, unbelieving eyes when I spent every night shaking the bed with my horrible coughs. It was a trip to remember.

The Chicken Dance:

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The Bed:

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Couldn’t have been that bad…

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Expect lots of photos and stories next week when I return home.

# send off

I’m supposed to be packing. There are stacks of clothes, piles of shoes and tangles of camera cords everywhere I look. Somehow it will all Mary-Poppins itself into my suitcase, but until then I thought I’d write about my brother. The one who is getting married this Saturday.

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He was destined to be special. The youngest of three. The only boy among a throng of sisters and step-sisters. The last of The Sibs, as I call us, to leap into wedding bliss.

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My brother and I are a little less than two years apart and as kids growing up I have typical middle child memories of him being much closer to our older sister. Maybe we were too close in age to appreciate the bond that was to come. Maybe a sister five years older had more street cred than one so close in age to your own. (Or maybe I just wasn’t that cool…I can face the music.)

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But divorce changes things.

Suddenly that older sister was off to college and he and I were thrown into a whirlwind together: sharing a bedroom for a bit, spending lots of time driving on Highway 169, each seeing if we could appear stronger than the other. Shared battle wounds. We forged a relationship that will forever be unlike any other. One built on love, understanding and support, but also necessity.

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I’m not here to dive into something that happened a long time ago, only to point out that my brother holds a precious piece of my heart.

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A precious, yet crazy piece.

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Sometimes I miss the days when it was just us against the world, but time has marched on and somehow we became adults. Adults with busy lives, significant others and miles between us.

I’m thrilled that he is happy and look forward to celebrating him and his bride-to-be this weekend. And I’ll surely be thinking of all the ways I love him, all the ways I miss him, and how I couldn’t have ever done it without him.

Bryan and Marci at Kanakuk - 2007