Saturday, February 5, 2011

A Night Out with Dee Dee

   My daddy has started a tradition with the girls of taking them to a Father/Daughter/Grandfather/granddaughter dance at the club where he is a member. A band is usually involved, or a DJ with a yummy buffet of food and a "special" drink. Usually we can find something in the closet for this occasion but this time I wanted to have a little shopping outing with the girls.

   After we are on our way about 5 minutes into the trip the girls are bickering. This doesn't happen often but sisters have to fight it out sometimes you know, it is in the handbook. So, I yell at the top of my lungs, ahem, I mean I very calmly belt out "We are here to have quality girl time, but if you all are not nice to each other I will turn this van right back around and go home!!!" Amazing the sweetness that flowed after this statement.  After all, shopping was on the horizon. We went to a thrift store which is a new found love of mine after a dear friend and homeschooling mom introduced me to it. After realizing what I can get for the money, I can't  go back. It is so satisfying to find a really cute, in-tact, ensemble for $4.

   The next part I am kicking myself about for not bringing the camera, but I will try my best to paint a picture for you. The Queen picked out all the fluffiest, sparkliest, feathery-est dresses because she's my flashy girl, she likes a little bling. I find a handful of dresses for the princess and we take over a dressing room. Princess was beside herself with girly glee, doing the hula dance every time she had a new dress on, and asking about "accessories" a word that she picked up on right away with shopping. She chose a totally 80's pearl barrette with lots of multicolored pearly strands hanging off. The Queen, much to my dismay, did NOT want my favorite of her choices, a black dress with white polka dots and red ruffles on the edges, but picked out a sparkly, chiffony black dress, still cute.  She is exhibiting more and more often, a sort of independence from me which I partially enjoy because I treasure her uniqueness, and am partially a tiny bit sad about (but not too much, don't worry).  She is growing up way too fast for me.
 Anyway, I digress.
   The time came to get ready. Princess is big on primping and allows me to get creative with her flowing blond hair. The Queen, whether she is going to a ball or outside to play always gives me the same response "ponytail, for me mom." (sigh) Oh the things I could do with that girl's hair if she would allow it, but I have learned my lesson. The one time I insisted she wear her hair down for a picture (and it was gorgeous) I have never stopped hearing about it.

Cuteness overflowing. I may be somewhat biased.

Meet Cuteness and Spunk. 

Their date arrives. Dashingly handsome, don't you think?
And the next few pictures is the story of what goes on when mom and dad are not around.
Woohoo! Partay!

That would be The Queen's hair flying in the hair. When her Dee Dee asked where she learned to dance like that her reply was "I just feel it, Dee Dee."
My girls dancin'.

You know, I am thinking of getting myself invited to this gig next year. Can't let them have ALL the fun.

1 comment :

  1. They are so pretty! And so big!
    That one of MG with the hair a'flyin' is my new favorite picture on your entire blog.