Ever since we went to Penney's and Julia picked out her dress, she's been asking to go to "the ballerina dance." It only got worse when we headed to Target and got her "ballerina shoes." (with sprinkles! and a bow! and them pink, Mommy!) She would ask to go and then cry and cry when I told her that the dance wasn't until Saturday night. Then she'd tell me, "You make me sad, Mommy." This Mommy stuff is a rough gig!
But, time marched slowly on and Saturday night finally arrived. Julia got dressed up and headed out to dinner and the Father/Daughter Valentine Dance at church with her Daddy.
(and I know we've been gone for a while. I wish I had a ton of pictures to show what we've been doing, but I don't. I'll post what I have ... hopefully sooner rather than later, but I make no promises)
Our church holds an annual Daddy/Daughter Valentine's Dance. Dave and Julia went this year. They got their picture made at the dance, but we took one before they left.
And if you're wondering what Dax and I did all on our own ...
We pondered life
We cracked ourselves up
We messed up our hair
We made funny faces
And we nearly fell asleep in our dinner
And Julia brought home a Valentine for Mommy ... and then ripped all the hearts off: