Early this year I was so excited to find a wonderful hairstylist and was in her chair every six weeks. Unfortunately, the last two times I was in the salon, I left very unhappy. Ugh... I can't stand letting my hair go but also can't stand finding a new hairstylist. On a whim today, I booked an appointment for tomorrow with a friend's hairstylist. I'm equally scared and excited. I know, it's just hair. But, it's MY HAIR!

Here's a blurry pic of what I've currently got going on...


But, I'm so against Mom hair and I think I'm looking Momish. I want something more dramatic. I'm thinking...

You DO Bring Me Flowers Anymore

My hubby brought flowers to my office this morning. He reminded me that we will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary in almost one month. Yeah, he's pretty great.

In case you were wondering, I'm still a running fool! I just ran my first race and could not be more proud of myself.


Adam and Daniel joined me this morning in the annual Chuy's 5K in Austin.


And, when I say "morning", I mean morning. These runners are early risers. We had to leave while it was still dark and were back home before the kids had even finished breakfast.

The boys finished at least 5 minutes before me because it took me 33 minutes, but I was just proud of myself for not quitting. I ran the entire race with having to walk a bit.


Go me! The truth is that the were a mass of thousands of runners and walkers. An older man (late 50s or 60s) was running in front of me. The back of his shirt said he was a cancer survivor. I promised myself that I would at least keep him in view, and he never quit running so I never quit running. Ha!

I had a blast today in my first race and can't wait for tomorrow's run!

What a weekend! I wish I had more photographic evidence of all the fabulousness, but I was so busy that my camera hardly saw the light of day. You'll have to take my words for it.

The kids and I traveled to Dallas for the wedding festivities of my childhood friend, Lyndsey. And, when I say festivities, I mean festivities. Seriously. I've never been a part of such a shindig.

Friday night started out at El Fenix with a Mexican feast. Lyndsey and Davinder went all out with a Mariachi band and at least 100 of their closest friends and family members. The rooftop was open and no expense was spared. The kids and I had a blast!

Saturday morning was the Sikh ceremony, and a definite first for us. I Googled Sikh ceremonies and learned as much as I could so we made sure to wear the proper clothes and do all the right things. But, I was still nervous we were going to do something to offend Davinder's family. Davinder arrived in white and gold atop a horse and we all followed him into the ceremony. I had my first bit of nervousness after we removed our shoes just inside the door. The ushers directed Cooper to the right side of the room, where the men were seated. Abigail and I were sent to the left side of the room with the women. Uh-oh. I began to silently panic. I had no idea how long this ceremony would be, or what was about to take place, and I was supposed to send my 4-year-old boy in with no parental supervision! Yikes! Another usher saw the fear on my face and stepped in to tell us that the children would be allowed to sit with the moms. Whew! The rest of the ceremony was panic-free. Abigail kept requesting that I translate the Indian text of the ceremony, which was obviously not happening. I was unable to answer any of her questions about the ceremony. But, the kids made it through without any disturbances. They seemed to be genuinely intrigued by the uniqueness. And, we all had our first Indian meal afterwards. And, the kids would have been pleased to get seconds. They loved it! I think they were awfully cute in their headwraps.




Fortunately, we had time for some rest and naps before getting dolled up and fancy for the night's reception.


This was definitely not my kids' my first wedding. They are old pros by now. But, this was definitely their first event on this level. I should have known we were country kids gone to the big city when we pulled up to the reception. I handed the keys to the valet driver and he took off. Both Cooper and Abigail frantically started jumping up and down and pointing while screaming, "He's taking our car! Where is he taking our car?". Ha ha ha!

The night started with a cocktail hour on the grounds of Arlington Hall at Lee Park. Yes, it's beautiful! (Sidenote: Two weeks after Lyndsey and Davinder's party, Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo got married at the same location.)


The kids thought they were so grown up!


But, that thought quickly faded when they found out they were going to the kid version of the party. Lyndsey had a separate room set aside for the few youngster guests where they were supervised, provided with toys and treated to a meal of nuggets and other kid-friendly fare. Now I was the one who was out of my element. Seated with the rest of the grown-ups, I quickly found out I was the only non-doctor at my table of 8. After mingling through the night, it was obvious that the room was at least 90% doctors, but they do know how to have fun.

The kids joined us on the dance floor, and my kids had a blast.


Again, I'm kicking myself for not taking any pics. Fortunately, Abigail was much better prepared. She brought her camera to the reception so I at least have a bit of photographic evidence of the fantastic night. I wish I had photos to share of Lyndsey, because she was absolutely gorgeous! I hope I can one day find a reason to get bejeweled and dressed up for an Indian themed event, because the look was stunning on her!

The next morning, I wrapped up the festivities by hosting a brunch with two of Lyndsey's other friends. It was a great opportunity to serve the new couple and hear about how much all the travelers enjoyed Texas. We served migas, fruit and mimosas, and hopefully blessed Lyndsey and Davinder. I know the kids and I were blessed to be a part of their weekend and can't wait to see them again!

It's Not Waterboarding, But It's Still Torture

I've told you before about all of my attempts at losing weight. Yeah, I'm just calling it weight. I can't even think about calling it baby weight since Cooper is almost 5, but it's been hanging around my middle since Cooper was a baby.

I've done Weight Watchers, NutriSystem, HerbaLife, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some of them. The only program that was successful for me was Atkins, but the zero carb diet was terribly unhealthy and had to be abandoned, resulting in eliminating most of my success.

Don't think I've run the gamut only with dieting. I've tried it all with exercising as well. I started out with spin classes, which was my favorite program so far. Even with sweating through hour-long spin classes three to five times a week, I never lost more than five pounds. I've grown to love the elliptical at the gym the past two years, but I've never been regular with my gym-going habits. When I get an hour to spend with the elliptical or treadmill at the gym, it's great. But my love handles are proof that one to three days a week in the gym just doesn't cut it. The only program I've been committed to was P90X, which I did in conjunction with the Atkins diet last year. As I said before, I definitely lost weight during that time, but I couldn't continue the 60-90 minute workouts six days a week after the initial three month program. So, the success I did have was short-lived. Jillian Michael's 30-Day Shred didn't even make me break a sweat, and my Wii Active is impossible to workout with as the kids are always in the way once they know I'm playing the Wii.

I can give you an excuse for every pound I need to lose. I'm a super busy working mom. I never wanted or needed to learn healthy eating habits before having Cooper. Working around Daniel's ever-changing schedule is impossible. I could go on and on, but that doesn't get me sliding comfortably into my skinny jeans.

I can't think of anything else to do on my own that I haven't already done, so this week I took the plunge and brought someone else into the equation. On a whim, I had a conversation Monday night with Abigail's head swim coach about his personal training services. Just a few minutes into the conversation, it was no longer a whim, and Adam was making plans to be at my house the next morning. Tomorrow, Friday, he'll be at my house for my third session. The past three days have been a blur of running and jogging and sprinting and kettlebells and plank positions with a balance ball. My sessions with Adam have been puke-inducing, and I've made myself get out on my own to run. I'm financially committed for at least a month and Adam is planning to work with me for at least a month longer than that.

I still don't know what I've gotten myself into, but I do know that I will sue Adam for pain and misery if I don't end up skinny.

Spring Has Sprung

We didn't just play and travel over Spring Break. Once we returned home and ended the traveling fun (not because we wanted to but only because Daniel is a party pooper. Okay, he's not a party pooper. He had to go to work.), I took one look at our front yard, and knew I needed to get busy.

After snow and ice and freezes and draught, my fall/winter pansies were a sad, sad sight.


Well, these guys are not completely horrific. Maybe this group around the tree tells the better story.


Just sad. If only you could have seen them before their demise. They really were pretty at one point. Trust me. But, their pretty days were over.

I headed to Lowe's for the spring/summer replacements. It's not a tough job each season because I stick with what works for me. I'm not adventuresome with my planting. I wish I could be since there are so many beautiful plants calling my name at Lowe's but, I know what works for me. It's pansies and/or mums in fall/winter and petunias and/or marigolds in spring/summer. The few times I've strayed from those choices, I had to invoke the return clause at Lowe's. (It's a beautiful thing, that return clause, that lets you sack up the dead plants and return them to Lowe's. If you have your receipt, they will refund your money. That's why I only buy at Lowe's.) Okay, back to my front yard...


Ahhh.... Aren't they just gorgeous?! These are French Marigolds, but they look just like the African Trailing Marigolds I planted two years ago. Those were the most gorgeous and successful flowers I've ever planted. I hope these are just as great.

The yellow marigolds, paired with these purple and white petunias was the perfect combination I wanted.





Now, that's much better.

Random Rambling & Ranting

Have I ever mentioned that Cooper is all boy? Yeah, he is. And, have I ever mentioned that boys are an entirely different parenting excursion than girls are? Yeah, they are. The older this boy gets, the more he keeps me on my toes. Forget the exhaustion of teaching a toddler not to bite people. And, don't even think about the trials of potty training. Those days were nothing compared to our current parenting trials.

After Cooper's swim practice on Friday, he went to the boys' locker room and never came back. Well, I shouldn't say "never". He did come back in about 15 minutes, which is an eternity when you are a nervous mom considering everything he could be doing while unsupervised. As I was debating on which dad I would sucker into going into the locker room to find out what Cooper was up to, Cooper emerged from the locker room with his swim trucks around his ankles. Take a minute to take this mental scene in... We are at the local YMCA pool. The majority of Abigail's swim team is present. Plenty of other unknowing swimmers are enjoying the family splash pool. It's not a nudist camp.

Sitting in the bleachers with the other parents watching Abigail's practice, I sprang into action and tried to get to him as quickly as possible while he just stood by the pool in his complete nakedness. Abigail's head coach got to him before I could and quickly pulled his trunks up. I still have no clue what gave him the idea that I wouldn't want to tar and feather him for this stunt. He claimed that he couldn't pull his trunks up. Yeah, right. It was just Cooper being Cooper. 

A serious talk about modesty, the inappropriateness of being naked in public, threats of banishment from the pool, a lifetime ban on the men's locker room, and a lifetime ticket to the pool's family bathroom with a parental chaperone took over the remainder of the night. Sigh... See what I mean about exhaustion?

As if I needed proof to know that Cooper couldn't care less about our long talk after the pool stunt, he gave full proof of the idea that he doesn't listen to a word I say. On Saturday we were invited (for the first time) to a friend's house to swim in their pool. My friend greeted us in the entryway of her gorgeous home, and Abigail and I followed her into the living room to meet her grandfather who was visiting. Here is where I should not have assumed that Cooper was following us and demostrating approprate social skills. Nope. I should never assume that Cooper is demostrating appropriate social skills. As I was shaking the grandfather's hand, Cooper came into the living room stark naked. Yes, he did it again, but this time without the swim trunks around the ankles. He had stripped down to nothing in my friend's entry way and now wanted to know where his swim trunks were. I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. I'm not making up one bit of this tale. It's just a verbal snapshot of my weekend. And, I don't have actual pictures to share. This kid is going to wear me out before we get through the next 14 years of him living at home.

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My paying gig has slowed to a normal 40-hour week recently so I've had the time and energy for photography, which is certainly not a paying gig. Since my schedule forced me to discontinue the class I was talking at UT a bit more than a year ago, I've had no chance to get back to learning how to use my camera correctly. In essence, I've been using an expensive point and shoot. What a waste. But, the important thing is that I really do want to learn how to use it. I have a new instructional book and am going to start memorizing it tonight. And, I hope to get plugged in to a workshop very soon. Even more exciting, my awesome mother-in-law bought me a new portrait lens last week for my birthday. I can't wait to put it into action this week. Surely I can snag a few minutes to use it on my kiddos. (That is, if Cooper will keep his clothes on.) In the meantime, my sister's mother-in-law asked me to take a few pics of her youngest son for his senior photos. Again, I don't know what I'm doing with a camera so I hope she doesn't absolutely hate them. (At least she'll know she got her money's worth. Ha!) Here's a few pics of Colin to share with you.









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I've been working on filing our taxes for the past month. I just work on it as my schedule allows.  It gives me a headache of annoyance so I try not to let my schedule allow for very long periods of availability. It's just annoying because I am working terribly hard at trying not to give the government 8 of the 10 pennies we own, but they are incredibly insistent on prying them from my hands. And, every time I hear a news report about the deficit and lack of budget and all the yahoos (not) trying to balance Uncle Sam's checkbook, it makes me want to hold onto at least 6 or 7 of our 10 pennies. I just can't stand the idea of giving so much to someone who can't use it wisely. On that note, I have to share this video with you about our current federal budgeting woes. It speaks very wisely to those who think higher taxes are the answer to our country's problems. They can't continue to suck all of the money from people who have it or we'll end up with no one who has money to take. Check it out...


See what I mean?! Surely these yahoos can figure out that they are spending entirely too much money! Something, or a lot of somethings, have got to go. The value of programs should not be debated, they just need to be cut. Know what I mean? I love, love, love a Starbucks frappucino to start my morning. But, it's just unrealistic to spend that kind of money. I never made a list of pros and cons to figure out if $1456 of our annual budget should be allotted to my Starbucks habit. It just didn't happen. And, I love to listen to NPR at various times of the day. I especially enjoy the Texas music show on our local KUT every Saturday morning, but we don't have the money to fund it so it has to go. Stop taking all of my pennies and leave some for me!

Okay, that's enough random ranting and rambling for Monday. If you made it all the way to the end of this novel, you deserve a cookie...


What are still doing here?! Go get your cookie!

Zumwalt Rehearsal Dinner

A few weeks ago, the kids and I trekked to the armpit of Texas and spent the weekend in Lubbock to celebrate a wedding. Daniel's cousin, Travis married beautiful Claire in a fun wedding. But, to start the festivities, I hosted the rehearsal dinner Friday night.

Since Travis is a Marine stationed in California and this was the couple's last weekend in Texas, we sent them off in style with a Texas-themed barbecue. It was a fun theme to plan so I was inundated with ideas.

I especially had fun putting these invitations together. They were so cute!


Daniel helped put together this sign to greet the guests. I love the rustic look that came together with some boards one of our dogs so nicely donated from our backyard fence. How sweet of Alamo to contribute to the decor! Ha!

The bags on the table around the sign were filled with peanuts as a party favor for the guests to take with them. Again, it was Daniel's idea to print on the paper bags, and it turned out to be adorable. I loved it! I've used this idea a few times since because it's inexpensive and simple to run the bags through my printer at home.


The centerpieces also came together beautifully. They were just Mason jars wrapped in burlap and raffia and filled with daisies and sunflowers. I just love fresh flowers, but it is usually unreasonable to budget for 13 arrangements. Not this time! I picked up the fresh cut flowers in bundles at the grocery store, and my mother-in-law grouped them into these arrangements. I don't think I'll ever use a florist again, because the floral department at the grocery store was so helpful and gave me easy instructions on putting together the arrangements and even helped keep the cost down. Even I was shocked to get all of the stems for 13 centerpieces at less than $70!

 
I wrapped up the flatware in bandanas for napkins and tied them with raffia and a cute personalized tag.



These personalized cups and napkins were a favorite new idea for this event. I can't wait to find an excuse to order more of these cups!



I even labeled the water bottles with four different designs and wrapped "Howdy" labels on the straws. See what I mean?! I had just too many ideas for this Texas theme.



Abigail and Cooper were also in on the action with their western attire.



I am kicking myself for not snapping photos of the actual dinner and especially ones with the bride and groom. Ugh! But, once the guests arrived I was busy hosting. Oh, well. You get the idea...

Christmas Dinner

Yes, you read that title correctly. I am so far behind on sharing things that I even have Christmas and Thanksgiving pics still to share. After such a sad and heavy few days, I thought we all could use a break to look at something pretty. And, the table I decorated for a ladies' Christmas dinner was pretty. So, here you go!

I was determined to do something different because, well, I just like being different. The peacock feathers seemed like the perfect theme, until I started shopping for materials. Peacock feathers were no where to be found! Aack! I almost had to change my theme when at the last minute I pieced together a few items at Michael's. Whew! Crisis averted. I can't imagine how embarassing it would have been to decorate a Christmas table with red and green items. I know, it seems odd, but I would have been embarassed. I expect different from myself, and I think everyone else expects different from me as well.




I even got a bit crafty with my decorations. I saved toilet paper rolls for months to be able to construct my own napkin rings. Ha! I'm not cheap, just crafty. Well, okay, I'm a bit cheap. Let me explain... The event was a Friday night dinner and Saturday morning brunch. There were so many people to attend, that 35 tables for dinner was not enough room to get everyone in, so they added a breakfast also. That meant, I had to have two sets of china, flatware, linens, glassware, desserts, etc. The dinner ran so late on Friday night that there was no time to wash and re-use items. I had to clear off the dinner remnants and set everything back up again in 30 minutes so that it was ready when we arrived for breakfast the next morning. I found the awesome brown tablecloths and napkins at a steal of a price. I already had enough china, glassware and chargers. But, napkin rings?! Are you kidding me? Those things must be made of gold because there were no coupons in sight that made them affordable to me. So, I had to come up with an inexpensive way to have 16 napkin rings. Obviously, toilet paper rolls spray painted with metallic gold paint and dressed up with some beads were the perfect choice.


My only issue with the event was the centerpiece rule. It could not be more than 12" tall. What?! It was darn near impossible to work within these restrictions, so please keep that in mind when judging my work.


And, I was more than annoyed when I looked around the room and saw how many women had not worked within the rule limits. I'll show them! Next year I won't follow the rule either! Except, I know I will. I can't stand to not follow rules. I just like to make a show of being rebellious. But, one of the coordinators overheard me remarking on the height of many other centerpieces. She let me know that those women had "been talked to" and would not be bringing such centerpieces again next year. Sure...

No matter what you think of my decorating skills, my baking skills were an absolute hit. A hit, I tell you! I made two desserts for both events so that they ladies could have a choice. And, every single guest both chose wisely when it came time to serve desserts. They chose both! My kind of eaters!


The eggnog parfait was so yummy, but the raspberry white chocolate mousse cake was unbelievable. (Do you see those store bought cookies in the side of the pic?! I couldn't believe ladies were serving their guests store bought desserts. Uh-uh, not my guests! I was Paula Deen and Emeril Lagasse and Rachael Ray all in one that weekend. Ha!

I know you want another look at that because I do to.


Aahhh.... The holidays are so great for guilt-free eating. Alas, it's February now and I'm lusting after just one Girl Scout cookie that can not be had. Oh, well. I can wait until December when my mad baking skills will once again be all the rage at the ladies Christmas dinner.

As my guests rolled themselves out the door after being stuffed with dinner (or brunch) from La Madelleine and sweets from me, there was still one more treat. My guests were given a loaf of cranberry orange bread that was, of course, super yummy. Ah.... my mouth is watering at the memory of all those goodies. Yum!


If you want to see how my work stacked up to the other ladies or you are just really bored and looking for something to distract you from reality, check out this link where I have pics of the other tables at the event.

I Fought the Law, And I WON!

A few months ago I had to go into Austin during a weekday, which NEVER happens. It was an emergency I needed to tend to, and it turned into an unfortunate trip. I ended up getting a ticket as I entered the freeway. Ugh...

I was so annoyed. I've been ticketed just three times in my driving career, all for minor speeding tickets. The last of those occurred when I was pregnant with Cooper. In fact, I was driving down a rural highway and racing to get to a potty break 95 mph over the speed limit), one of the pitfalls of being pregnant and commuting an hour to/from work. Ha! Anyways, I'm not an aggressive driver, but on this day in Austin, I was mistaken for one. I was ticketed for following too closely, when neither my passenger (my sister) nor I saw a vehicle in front of me. Yeah, when I entered the freeway, I was too close to a vehicle in the freeway merging process, which is why I quickly changed lanes into an open lane with less traffic. Then, I got pulled over. Grr....

Needless to say, I disagreed with the ticket. And, I don't easily accept things that I don't agree with. Yeah, I'm an arguer. I like confrontation. I like to argue. Blame my parents for letting me compete in debate through high school. ha ha!

I did question my resolve each time the prosecutor's office offered me a reduced fine and a chance to keep the ticket off my record, but I continued through the process of challenging my ticket over the past three months. Even this morning, when I appeared for my jury trial, I was offered a chance to plead out with an even lower fine and be done with the situation. I assured the prosecutor the issue wasn't about money for me, but rather that I wasn't guilty and I still wanted a jury trial. (I was going to feel very stupid if I lost the case and it did become about money when I had to pay higher insurance premiums.)

After fours hours in court, with one of those being an hour of jury deliberations, I was very relieved to win my first (and hopefully last) court case. It was an interesting morning in court as I struggled to recall all my moot court experience in college. I'd like to think my poly sci prof would be proud of me, but most of all, I'm just glad to be rid of that stinkin' ticket!

Out of Sorts

For months now, I feel like I've been on a roller coaster that won't stop to let me off. Now that we are in the second half of 2010, I'm taking a moment to realize how much the first half affected me.


We were ambitious enough to have a completely handmade Christmas that certainly took it's toll on personal time around the Hardy home. It won't stop me from doing it again, but we'll need to downgrade the extravaganza.

Weddingpalooza really taken over our lives this year in so many ways. Since Christmas, I've hosted three bridal showers. As much as I love party planning, I think I've worn out my welcome on checking all the hostess blogs for ideas. I designed and printed the programs for Kendall and Trevor's wedding, which seemed like a simple offer of my time but turned into a huge debacle that went down to the wire. I ended up using two different printers and not getting the correct product until after the rehearsal dinner. Yikes! Fortunately, the bride never knew about the complications, but I was definitely stressed and worn out over this issue. My sister's wedding a few week's ago was what really put me over the edge. We had just three weeks to plan and I used every minute available, sleeping just a few hours each night to allow for enough time to complete all the projects. Everything turned out beautifully, but I was just too tired to even know what was going on during the wedding.

For the school year, it seemed that I became the go-to parent for the kids' class parties. This seemed to be never-ending. Have you ever realized how many occasions we have for parties? I think I was just catching up at work from taking a day off for a party when it came time to begin organizing the next party. May was the big one when we had program performances, dress rehearsals, costumes to be sewn, projects to be made, teacher gifts to be bought, etc. It definitely seemed to be piled on too much in one month.

Now, the school year and weddings are over and, on the surface, I have recovered from this craziness. I'm caught up on checking the mail, bills are all paid, I'm blogging again, the house is finally clean (that was the most neglected item), and I'm starting to feel caught up on my sleep. However, I still don't feel recovered mentally. I can't stand feeling like I'm jumping from one project to another like a chicken with my head cut off, and I want to know how to prevent it. I don't want to become a recluse and not take on anything outside of our home. I love being creative, helping other people, and having projects outside the home. But, I've got to take a stand for my own well being.

How do you avoid overcommitting yourself? How do you find the balance between taking care of your family but still volunteering outside of the home? Help!

Wedding Extravaganza Part I

The first big event of June was Kendall & Trevor's wedding. Now, Trevor is Daniel's cousin. But, Kendall may be one of my favorite relatives! Ha! We do love Trevor, but he certainly did do a great job of adding to the family.

The wedding was a weekend-long event in San Antonio that we all thoroughly enjoyed. After the rehearsal, we were treated to a great dinner at County Line on the Riverwalk. That was a blast! Great food, entertaining speeches/toasts. Apparantly I was enthralled that I didn't bother to take my camera out even once. Oh, well. You'll have to take my word for it. It was a great night!

The wedding day began with a bridal breakfast at our hotel. And, this was a new experience for me. Abigail, being the main guest from our family as the flowergirl, was seated at a table with some of the bridesmaids. I was seated elsewhere, with the moms. Yes, that's right. I was relegated to the Mom Table. I'm trying not to take anything bad away from this experience, but I certainly didn't feel young and spry. Alas, I only have this far-away shot of my princess at the breakfast.



Daniel's sister, Daniel's mother and I took the flowergirls out for a stroll above the Riverwalk (read: panic trip to find the right size of shoes for the other flowergirl to wear to the wedding due to a last-minute growth spurt) after the breakfast. Yeah, it was sticky and sweaty and a good cause for either a shower or a trip to the rooftop hotel pool, but the girls were too cute and attracted attention and comments from tourists all around us.






Once we enjoyed our afternoon in the pool, a nap and another shower, the main event was calling our name. I must say, my babies have never been more lovely.








And, we didn't disappoint as a family, either!




Once the wedding was in the books, the party began and it certainly disappoint. We had the entire Buckhorn Museum & Saloon to ourselves, plenty of food and drinks to fill us up and a wonderful band to entertain. My kids were the stars of the dancefloor, especially Cooper. I never could talk him in to dancing with me, but I don't think there was a pretty sorority girl in attendance that left without getting a dance with the Coopster!









I did see Cooper getting his shoes tied by more than one girl and I'm afraid he may have been setting them up to be able to look down their dress. Ha!



I wish I had pictures of Kendall and Trevor, but you'll have to trust me that they did get married! It was absolutely beautiful and we can't wait to hear all about their new life they've just begun this week in OKINAWA!