Craig's Angels -- Jeannie, Olivia, and I await our ride to Cheli's brother's wedding.  Olivia got hungry and ate the wedding gift.

The lone man, Craig does not mind his job of escorting the ladies.

Waited almost two hours and still no Cheli.  Olivia developed seizures from too much Snood playing.  That's actually just a cardboard cutout of Craig; the real one went out for a smoke.  Jeannie smiles seconds before screaming.

Cheli and her sister finally arrived in their father's comfortable van to take us to the wedding reception.  We were seated at the center table, the only non-Mexicans in the room.  But that did not stop us from joining in the festivities, especially this rousing "London Bridge is falling veil" tradition.

"Come back here!" 

The baby takes Jeannie out for a walk.

Preeeettty in pink Cheli mingles with her minority friends. :-)

Mother and daughter hand-in-hand . . .

. . . while father jumps around tables.

No jumping for Olivia and Craig as they try to swing-salsa and boogie-mambo.  They wear the white ribbon that they took for a wedding momento instead of the hyperactive baby.