wedding mornings and tired mommies

Well, here are the photos.  I did manage to get out of bed this morning.  My back was not happy about it, but my two year old was rather insistent.  "Wake up mama, we going to a wedding!"  I'm still not sure what wedding, but we both had to get dressed in our "finest" attire, "we got look nice for wedding peoples."   Her in an oversized paisley, ruffled shirt with brown striped pants and a pink crown, me in jeans and a t-shirt.  We then "got put your makeup on mommy," which I've discovered means brush your hair.  Then we went down stairs and she started to play by herself.  Thank you lord, for a child who entertains herself so well.  I guess I was only here to escort to the living room, because I wasn't asked in.  She's been in there by herself for over two hours now.  Singing and Dancing.  

I wanted to get back to work in the yard this morning, but my back said otherwise.  I guess digging up 40 pounds stones that were 6 inches under the dirt wasn't such a good idea, but doesn't it look nice?