My best friend, Chass, got married 2 weeks ago, and we had a blast at the wedding. I don't think I will ever be able to look at baby carrots the same, though. Max had carrots for dinner that night, and the carrots ended up all over everyone else's clothes. One of the groomsmen held him and Max puked all down the front of his tux. Then he continued to puke all over anyone that was holding him. His clothes are all stained with carrots along with mommy and daddy's nice clothes. We took our clothes to the dry cleaner, and the lady said, "You may want to give us some extra time with these. They look pretty bad." Max hasn't had carrots since that day.

Phil tried for 2 hours to get Max to fall asleep at the reception. This lady is Chass's mom's best friend. Phil handed Max off to her, and she had him to sleep in 15 minutes. Thank God for baby whisperers.