is she really her mother's dot...?

oh yea, that's my girl -could you not just eat up all the goober-lisciousness?

...i didn't get these loaded in chronological order (as hard as i tried), but if you look through them you can see that we started out as lovely as all get-out...but true to her nature, she soon tired of the snapping of pictures. good Lord, what a ham-burger...

she was headed to the father/daughter dance at school friday night. in spite of her mother, she really gets into it - we're talkin' a really big deal here, she and i go about a week ahead of time to pick out a beautiful new dress with all the trimmings (really - could we have found a bigger bow?)(and yes, it is painfully clear that i am completely bow-retarded), we take the dress next door for a coordinating custom-made "For My Girl" hair bow, we do whatever it is we can do with that hair and then her dad picks her up (speechless as always at her luminous beauty) and takes her to a "fancy" dinner. they head out to the dance and it's out on the floor to bust some serious dance moves...we got a little Chicken Dance, some Hokey-Pokey and the ever-popular La Macarena goin on - oh yea, nothing like some kick-ass tunes to get down wit yo bad self...

ah, my baby...what a true beauty you are.