And a Baby in a Sink

Although she is not Jewish, Chessie (Joy) was wed on Tuesday. It was a lovely ceremony in a lovely country church. This is one of the pictures that I (Melody) took. Matt's pictures (from the real camera) will come later. I love this picture of Chessie because it has an essence of antiquity and dignity. She is quite the beautiful bride. The wedding was all so perfectly planned. Everything, from the items carried to the food at the reception, held significance. One thing that I found amusing, which I will ask Chessie about later, was during the prelude the pianist played Don McLean's "Vincent." It's a beautiful song, but I'm not sure how a song about an artist genius who committed suicide is relevent to marital bliss.

We are mostly moved into our new dwelling space. Matt and the wonderfully nice guys who helped him carry all the boxes and furniture up the 25 stairs started to question if the renting of this space was just an elaborate ploy to drum up business for the chiropractor downstairs. I find it quite refreshing to have walls that are not attached to anyone else's. Eleanor is enjoying the new and abundant space. My prayer was that she would remain immobile until we were able to move out of the closet we were living in. We've been here less than a week, and she has already taken great strides (pun intended) in mobility. Today she chased the cell phone about six feet across the floor. She hasn't quite grasped the hands and knees crawling, but she's on the move. I'll post the video soon.

This picture is of Eleanor in her play area, or the baby nook. She keeps it well organized thanks to colored baskets donated by my mom.



Eleanor loves the new big mirrors in the bathroom and vanity area. It's Matt's toothbrush she's playing with by the way.