Weddy, Set, Go!

After a short nap, it was time to go to the wedding. I was pretty-in-pink-sash with a flower girl dress.



Daddy tried his best to keep me calm during pictures before the ceremony.



Then it was Cousin Rob's turn to entertain me. His beanie did the trick.



We took a few family portraits, leaving room for Aunt Karen to be air-brushed in later. Yes, Farber descendants are no strangers to air-brushing in (and out!) family members in photos.



They're creepy and they're cooky.



The stained glass created an ominous effect... kinda like we were at the gates of hell. Reminiscent of the "Hell Hath No Fury Like a Baby Scored" pics.



Fortunately, Uncle Josh prayed hard enough to keep the evil spirits away.



The pictures seemed to go on forever so Sara kept me busy with some food stuffs.



Then I let her chase me around.



Next was Uncle Noah's turn to chase. And the devil lighting returned. Coincidence?



I ducked for cover when the Goldman boys started doing, well... what the Goldman boys do anytime there's a camera around.



It was really nice to see Great-Aunt Laura and Great-Uncle Ron again. Now this is what I call a proper pose. I hope Daddy and my uncles are taking notes.



Finally it was time for the Tish. The men sang in what I like to call "Ellie-style".... no actual words, just a lot of nay-nay's, ya-ya's and day-day's.



Meanwhile, the scene was a little more subdued on the girls side as we waited for the men to make their way over for the Bedeken -- watch this video to see it in action.



Check out my fancy CZ-encrusted shoes. Hope these puppies don't fail me when it's time to walk down the aisle.



Sure enough, I was able to pull it together (or, rather Aunt-Karen's nieces were able to pull me together) for my big entrance.



We weren't really walking that slowly... Daddy was just taking pictures that quickly!



Hey, how come I'm the only one in a sleeveless dress? Oh, this is an orthodox Jewish wedding! Why didn't I get the memo?



I almost bit it on the home stretch.



But then I saw Uncle Josh waiting under the Chuppah and straightened up and threw a wave.



Aunt Karen made quite the beautiful bride. She sure doesn't look happy to be marrying Uncle Josh though. What gives?! Oh, this just in... apparently it's another orthodox tradition. The wedding day is supposed to be a sad time of reflection for the bride and groom.



Under the Chuppah, Aunt Karen circled Uncle Josh the requisite number of times (I lost track).



All these customs proved to be too confusing for me and I started crying so Mommy had to take me inside to calm down.



After the ceremony, in lieu of kissing, Uncle Josh and Aunt Karen just went back-to-back. Don't think this is an official orthodox tradition. It's more of a metaphor for their life together. No, not that they're turning their backs on each other... that they'll always have each other's backs!



All this Chuppah business made me sad... not because I was mimicking Aunt Karen and Uncle Josh but because I was no longer the center of attention.



So I decided to start things up on the dance floor.



Then I began my comedy routine.



I took a break for a little girl talk with my new friends and fellow flower girls.



Then I chased them around the dance floor.



Mommy taught me how to be dipped so I wouldn't be scared when it was time for mixed dancing.



But the mixed dancing never happened. Now I understand why... too dangerous on the men's side!



And scary! Daddy turned into a dragon as part of the shtick.



Thankfully Bubbie rescued me and brought me over to the side of the dance floor where we had a contest to see who could stay awake the longest... she won.

What a fun day. Can't wait for another orthodox wedding. Ahem, ya heard that, Uncle Noah?!?