On Saturday, my baby sister got married.
It was a beautiful wedding and kickin' reception that included a pretty awesome dance fight.
She's the last of my three siblings to get married. Starting in 2008, my parents have had a child get married every summer.
They're done and darn happy about it.
Here are the siblings at the rehearsal dinner.
And the wedding itself.
I think we look pretty snazzy here.
Big Mac did wonderfully, and rocked a sweet vest, tie, and button up shirt.
Mom had the shirt professionally pressed because a baby obviously can't be expected to iron for himself.
The outfit was a hit until he pooped all over himself and had to change into his tuxedo onsie.
My baby is classy!