We have been in Sacramento the last two weeks to witness the marriage of my brother to a lovely young woman.  We had a wonderful trip and because I have over 500 pictures to go through and edit, I will post the highlights in sections.

We spent a couple of days hanging out at my brother's place and then the wedding festivities began.  That first weekend the boys had a two night bachelor party in Reno while the girls spent Saturday afternoon wine tasting in Amador County.  Knowing my brother's friends, we were concerned that Derek would not survive but it must not have been as crazy as we had anticipated because Derek had a nice time.

While Derek was in hillbilly hell (apparently the contestants in the bikini contest were missing teeth) we ladyfolk were situated comfortably in a nice, roomy SUV limo.  We toured five different vineyards where we enjoyed plenty of good times.  I did the whole pump and dump thing but my brother's fiancee, Nichole, was so worried that I would forget I'd been drinking and nurse Charity on my "alcoholic boob."  Fortunately, Charity and the rest of us survived unscathed.  My only regret was not getting a photo in front of an old pickup that looked just like Mater from the movie Cars.  Trevor would have loved it.

The celebration started at home with a backyard full of friends, cupcakes and coffee...

...and ended at Grandma and Grandpa K's with a really tacky, Lightning McQueen cake.  It was my first (and quite possibly last) attempt at a character cake and it took me all day to produce this:

Although I wouldn't blame him for sticking his finger down his throat at the sight of it, Trevor is actually tasting the frosting.  When he saw it for the first time he pointed excitedly and said, "car."  Mission accomplished.  He liked it and that's all that matters.

Trevor's birthday falls near the Fourth so we had a long weekend at Derek's parents' place.  We did some boating and grilling with friends and had a great time.  We broke out the sidewalk chalk for the first time and I'm not sure if Trevor, Derek or Uncle Kolby had the most fun.

Trevor loves to imitate people and when he's hanging with Grandpa he's at his cutest.

My scary moment of the trip was when we discovered Trevor could get out the back door.  Fortunately I heard him crying in his attempt to get back in.  They've gotten so much rain this summer and have so much deep, standing water right outside their doors that I shudder at what might have happened had he decided to wander.

But we had a great weekend and look forward to the year ahead.  When I look at him now, I don't see a baby anymore.  My little boy is just that, a little boy.  He has the iphone and computer games figured out.  It amazes me that he can open an application, get to the menu screen and press start.  He is so loving, always full of hugs and kisses for me, Derek and Charity.  I always say he loves her too much sometimes.  His language is finally taking off as he picks up new words every day.  Soon he'll be forming sentences and then I'll wonder why I ever wanted him to talk while also marvelling at the way his little mind works.  I love where he is right now but am so anxious to see the changes this year brings.

Alright, quick post with more details later.  Trevor had his two year check up last Tuesday.  He weighed in at 23.0 pounds and stood 33 3/4 inches tall.  The MD plotted his numbers and turned around with a picture of the growth curve in his hand and a tiny x at the third percentile!!!  We were so excited.  Trevor has been hanging out below the curve in the less than third percentile since shortly after birth.  Finally, he's on the map.  And let me tell you, he ate a lot of blueberries to get there!

Charity, at two months, came in at 12 pounds 2 ounces, the 75th percentile.  I don't have the numbers in front of me but her height was also in the 75th percentile and her head circumference in the 50th.

We started Charity's immunizations and Trevor looked so concerned while she lay there on the exam table screaming.  Then suddenly, in the mocking style of a typical older brother, he let out this mimic of a wail, "Wahhh, wahhh."  His impression of her cry is spot on and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

...is wetting his hands and rubbing them on you.  His method for washing the car is the same.

He decided to put on these rain boots all on his own and all by himself.