Last Saturday Mom and Dad took a crew of us downtown to have breakfast with Santa. You may recognize my two flower girls here, Caroline and Caroline.
We ate a marvelous breakfast at The Columbia Club, site of our July nuptials. It seems when our wedding coordinator isn't coordinating weddings, he's corralling toddlers and such to meet Santa. I no longer think my own job is stressful.
Big Caroline is like a snake charmer when dealing with Li'l Caroline. Her eyes get all drowsy and she becomes very cooperative. We may be asking her to move to Tennessee to babysit often.
Meghan was able to join us too. Uncle Rob was still in bed due to some late night, "I'm all halfway through law school now" shenanigans.
Occasions when couples coordinate colors:
prom
when you're both over 60.
Li'l C in a trance, created either by Big C or that shiny slinky.
Merry Christmas!
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