After much deliberation, Josh and I have finally agreed on the song that we will dance to at the reception. It will be I See My Future In Your Eyes by Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes.

More Good News: Since we were presented with the problem of feeding the babies since I wouldn't be around to breast-feed them, we decided to try some of those infant formulae (since normal cows' milk is much too strong for children their age). Imagine my shock when they took to the bottle almost immediately. The formula made them a little gassy, but they are otherwise just fine. This means that Josh and I can leave them with my parents while we are on our honeymoon.

Remaining Problems: Thus far I have had no luck at all in trying to convince Josh to shave his mutton-chop sideburns and cut his mullet. He looks like a blond version of Mr. Achy-Breaky himself, Billy Ray Cyrus. Those things just don't look good on a guy in a tuxedo, no matter how carefully coordinated. *sigh* Men . . .