Monday, December 8, 2008
I Found My Prince . . .His Name is Daddy
The Daddy Daughter Dance brings millions of smiles around our house. A night dedicated to dressing up and dancing is pretty far up there on the list of Top Ten Things Claire Loves to Do.
This year's Dance was no different. After we primped and pampered and curled and cried (Hey, she's a girl and there was bound to be a little drama about something. This year, it was because the sash was too loose.) After all that, she had time to pose for a little photo session because her prince was still pampering. So I took some shots, but didn't see my daughter in them.
This looks like Claire, but it's not her.
(It is a picture of my stairwell without floral wall-paper, but still with nasty old carpet for those of you who wonder why I haven't posted any New Old House pictures for a while.)
Nope, that's not her either.
Almost, but not quite.
Wait for it . . .wait for it . .
There she is!!
I knew she'd come out of that photo-taking shell if I just hung in there for a while with a camera glued to my face.
Then she went into "Posing Mode" and just couldn't stop.
Then her Prince arrived and carted her off . . .
(That's my baby girl eating dried up wall mud on the floor of the In-Progress back stairs.)
in his white chariot . . .
This is the stuff dreams are made of.