If you follow me on Insta, I don’t have to tell you where I was or what I was doing this weekend. 
I know, I have a problem. 
I’m working the Instagram Steps.

Anyways, our dear family friends were married this weekend and we couldn’t be more thrilled for them. Maria made an absolutely stunning bride and Andrew was, as always, incredibly handsome. 

The wedding was a Newport affair down to the personalized lobster bibs for all of the guests. I can’t even explain how beautiful the ceremony location was – all of the guests took a private ferry to Rose Island which sits in the middle of Newport harbor. The bride and her father arrived on a restored wooden boat and, wouldn’t you know it, my Dad served as one of the officiants for the ceremony. Yes, ship captains can marry a couple, but it helps when they also get themselves ordained online.
If you know my dad, you know this is priceless.

Is her veil not Heaven?

The reception was held on the lawn of the groom’s sister’s home and was styled to perfection. 

More importantly, the food was to die for. 
A raw bar for cocktail hour around the pool, a lobster bake supervised by a chef for dinner and a hot fudge sunday bar for desert. Yes, please.

Justin and I managed to squeeze in a dance or two before it was bed time for all of us. 
We used to be so cool. 

I shoved my kid into one million outfits – all of them themed – and passed him around to one million hovering friends and family members. 

He was a super star until the last event of the weekend where he decided that he’d just had enough. 

| my top |

Conveniently for Justin, his son broke down just in time for us to excuse ourselves and head home for the kick off of the Clemson game. 

Behold, our baby propped up like an adult as his Daddy screams at the TV:

| tiger | the softest onesie ever

I am pleased to report that I enjoyed Newport in the way a girl can only when the grandparents are in arms reach 

| red dog | wine in a can

Our 10 week old also rocked his first car trip, sleeping all 6 hours there and back.
(now that I’ve said that out loud, he’ll never sleep in the car again)

 I held my breath the entire trip but it went off as well as we could have hoped.

Until we got home

and realized we left our beloved Boppy Newborn Lounger in Newport.

Cue the late night run to Target.