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posted in Dance, OmegaDotter |Ballet Recital Madness has started.
Today was photo day.
I got the dotter all dolled up in her costume, including makeup and hairspray holding the little wispies up off her forehead. We got into the car, complete with a sheet covering the seat so that the (white!) costume didn’t get dirty. We got there in plenty of time. Only to discover…
…the photographer had left a Crucial Piece of Equipment at his studio, back in Big City. So he was driving back there and back to the studio. And there we were, half of the parental units having been contacted in time, the other half not, with dotters in tow, all costumed and made up…
…for two hours.
In white costumes. Did I mention the costumes are white?
I had to re-do the dotter’s hair three times, with more and more hairspray, because the girls were running and jumping and having great barrels of fun.
A bunny:
More bunnies (with blurred faces!):
It took a lot longer than I had planned, and we didn’t get home until 1 or so.
And then this afternoon, OmegaDad arrived home early, removed the tarp from the Ginormous Mound o’ Dirt to transfer to the veggie beds, and this is the result:
Our thought is that we should have gotten a Ginormous Mound o’ Dirt many years ago, as a plaything for the child. She could spend hours in it. She gets tossed into the bathtub as soon as she gets inside the house. Her friend K. is coming over tomorrow, and I have to warn K.’s mom to send a change of clothes, because between the chickens and the GMOD there’s no way on gawd’s green earth that she’ll be clean for very long.
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