A night to remember...

When all a little girl does is play dress up and watch movies like Cinderella, Enchanted, The Little Mermaid and whatever else has a princess or a fairy tail ending, what goes through her mind when she is about to experience her very first BALL? Well I hope I lived up to the dream. I had the privilege of taking my little princess on her very first date. At the age of 4 it's not about what will I tell my friends when it's all over or even how she looks. I know, I know they want to look precious and beautiful and dashing and everything else that represents a princess but....not all night. I'll get to that point in a minute. I took Ellie to our very first father-daughter ball. Four hours of "Am I making this out to be everything she ever wanted?" When the lights went out and the little girl I carried back to the truck had had enough, I think I did OK. Little girls love to dance...at least mine does. And boy did we. Started the night out with a simple one..two..rock step..one two..rock step with a spin your partner (if your good enough) to ending the night "AT THE CAR WASH". We did about every dance party dance there was. I think I lost weight..I danced a lot. The most precious part of the evening was when Ellie needed to give her little legs a break, so we headed to the chocolate fountain. Once we got back to our table my date proceeded to dig in. This is where the "looking all dolled up" isn't everything. I was enjoying mine when I noticed Ellie was really enjoying hers. Chocolate on her dress and ALL over her face. I loved it. I knew in that moment my princess was still my little girl..that needed me to wipe her face off.
Ellie my princess I loved spending a wonderful night at the ball with you.
-Daddy

Ohhh Olivia...

Tonight has been a pretty eye opening evening. My youngest little girl and I are spending the evening together while Mommy and Ellie are out at a birthday party. So to start the night I didn't feel like making dinner. So after we shared our pasta from Smokey Mountain, we were snuggling on the couch and she kept babbling. Not thinking much of it I was just pretending to understand and talking back to her with the typical daddy talk and asking her questions to generate more conversation. All the sudden I realize she is saying "pomball...pomball". Well, I then realized that my 14 mo. old was a genius. She pointed to the TV again and said "pomball..pomball". That's right FOOTBALL was on and she knew it. Then she wandered off down the hallway and then into her playroom. I heard start saying "Jeea...Jeea". She came and got me and took to the playroom where I say the problem. You see she likes to sing into her little broom handle and the only thing she really sings is "Jesus"(Jeea). The broom was stuck behind some other things and she really wanted to worship! Kids get way more than we think. I love my girls.
-Sebastian