Father Daughter Dance

Friday was the Father Daughter dance at school, and since both girls are now at school, they both got to go with Wesley.  From what he tells me, it mostly involved him standing by the wall, holding shoes, while the girls danced with their friends.  They each ran into someone from their classes, so they had a good time.  While the girls were away, Trevor and I watched a totally inappropriate movie for a 10yo, Scary Movie, and enjoyed the uninterrupted silence.

I, of course, had to take pictures before the dance, so here's an example of what I have to go through every single time I want to have Sophie in a picture:

"Girls, I want to take a picture in your dresses before you go."

"Sophie, you're frowning, can we try it again with a smile?"

"You're still making a weird face, and Victoria, please keep looking at the camera."

"Seriously, Sophie.  Please just smile.  I want a nice picture in your dresses."

"Ugh, you both have demon eyes, but you're smiling, so I can deal with it.  God I need a real camera. I wish you hadn't broken mine, Sophie." ...And scene.

And here they are with their handsome and proud daddy. Notice Sophie is still up to shenanigans, not actually smiling. Heifer.

Here's the one she took when Wesley asked her nicely to smile for his camera.

The hubs was able to get a video of Sophie dancing with her friend.  She does more for him than me for sure.

In addition to the dance, the kids also had a visit from their Aunt Kathleen, who was kind enough to watch them while the hubs and I did Color Me Rad.  The race was a blast, and I will definitely take them next year, since I think they're going to make it an annual thing.  Kath survived the morning with no major incidents, and I didn't keel over during the race, so it was a success all around.

Greek Festival

We went to the Greek Festival yesterday, and the kids seemed to have a good time...well, except for the sulky 10yo, who had his fill of Greek music and watching his sisters dance.  The children ate chicken fingers and fries, because you know how the Greeks are famous for those. Wesley and I had the souvlaki (pork skewers amazingly seasoned) and Greek potatoes, which were delicious.  I was trying to be good to make up for recent indiscretions, so I didn't try the Baklava sundae, or the Greek donuts, much to my stomach's disappointment.

Look at this child's bangs.  She cut them herself.

Sophie met a friend from school.  I'm so proud of her.  She's really coming out of her shell.  She ran up to him and hugged him every time we saw him.

 There's that tongue that the women in my family are required to stick out when concentrating.