My little brother got married over the weekend. We stayed in the quaint little town of Vandalia, in one really big, cool old house with my parents, brothers, grandmas, and various aunts and uncles and cousins. We had a great time. Emma was the flower girl and I was a bridesmaid. I hope to post some pictures soon, but I didn't get any with my own camera so I have to try to get them from someone else.

I have quite the social life this week, with something going on every single night but Friday. Steve is off all week again, so luckily he doesn't mind staying with Emma while Noah and I go out on the town. Okay, it's not exactly that, but I am having fun at various activities such as Book Club and Mom's Night Out. This Sunday I get to go to a blessingway for my friend Kristen and I am SO looking forward to that!

With everything that has been going on, I have not been so good with the running. I haven't gone in over a week now, and I'm having trouble motivating myself to get back out there. It's so bloody hot!

Remember that whole weaning thing? I was so worried about Emma handling it that I didn't even think about myself and how uncomfortable it might be for me. She was clearly sad about it, but didn't cry any more after the first day. However, by the middle of day two I was so engorged that my bridesmaid dress would no longer zip up and I was getting pretty miserable. I broke down and let her nurse. Of course, she kept wanting to nurse again after that. I told her we could if it was a secret. That was fine for a few hours, but then she started telling people that she gets to nurse when we keep it a secret. Great, kid. I'm going to have to have a talk with her about the meaning of "secret". So now we have reached a compromise that she gets to nurse in bed when we wakes up in the morning - and that's it. I'm really happy with this, and she is adjusting to it very well. Yesterday she only asked to nurse a couple times during the day and handled it really well when I told her she couldn't. I'm so relieved!