"Dad - do you think we can go? What if it's Mommy's weekend?!?!"
"What on earth are we gonna wear?"
"What if they don't let you bring BOTH daughters as dates? Will you pick me?"
The questions clearly swirled through their youthful minds with thoughts of princess dresses and thirty of their bffs screaming and dancing to Justin Beiber.
After we got the go ahead from Mommy (it was her weekend) we started planning. The girls had picked out Christmas dresses that they weren't able to wear at Christmas time - and they were perfect. Red. All we needed now were some accoutrements to make them look glamorous. Mommy let us borrow some dress shoes and tights and the outfits were set.
We put on some of Grandma's make up (thanks mom) and we were ready to roll. (I wore a red dress shirt, pink satin tie, and a black suit - no picture - sorry guys.) We were off...
The evening started with waiting in line for pictures before we could dance... ... ...
Ella pointed out, EVERYONE is inside but us...
After a brutal 15 minute wait we were in. They danced like fools, ignored their dad, and had an awesome time. I appreciated the hummus and pita and the Italian hoagies. A fun night was had by all...
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1 comments:
I'm just catching up on your blog. I've been a fan of your shows and thought it was so neat that you lived near Philly. I'm glad to see you're posting again! Sorry to hear that you and your wife are splitting up. I'm glad you got to go to the dance even if it was "her" weekend. My parents divorced when I was a kid and they were so mean sometimes. I remember my dad not even letting us call her because the long distance cost too much and he was really fussy about his weekends being all his! It sounds like the two of you are doing a much better job than mine did!! But then the whole reason I liked your specials so much is that you could see how much you put your kids first. Can't wait to read more of your posts!
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