Unless you are me or my Mom, this post might contain too many photos.
And let’s face it…this blog is for
me my Mom.
Linds, getting ready Freddy.
I tried an up-do on the “child with more hair than any one person needs”…and it was becoming an epic fail.
There are not enough bobby pins in the world.
Watching Lolo’s softball game on the laptop at the same time. Multi-tasking girls we are.
Plan B. Side pony with her hair braided/roped into a headband.
She cleans up well.
Unless it comes to cleaning her room.
That dress was made for her. Not really, but it appears so…
Actually, this was the THIRD dress that was purchased for prom. It is a long and boring story, but two were put back into inventory for others.
Do you recognize that face? That attitude? My Mom does.
So, Coach was traveling this past week….as was Lolo. It was just the two of us prepping for the big night.
And we did fine….there was a lot of texting back and forth, with visuals included. What did we do before smart phones??
Oh, I remember, we just didn’t share every freakin’ little thing in our lives.
Enter: The Date.
We met up with the boyfriend at another friends house for group photos and all that.
And as you can imagine…after seeing a gaggle of other girls, I declared that I should help everyone personally choose their prom dresses.
These two are so ‘handy’ with each other. I’ve mentioned this to them both…and it kinda hurt his feelings. And that is part of my job…pointing out his flaws.
I do enjoy a person who can be silly though. And he knows how to make me laugh.
I put some photos on Facebook Saturday night…and someone asked how we found a dress the same color of her eyes. Frankly, her eyes were green, and we used food coloring to enhance them.
I was kidding about the food coloring in the eyes.
Who has the biggest earrings? The man-boy wins.
They were home safe and sound by midnight. No before parties, no after parties. I like it when people listen to me.
IF everyone in the world followed my directions, there would be no worries. Or wars. Or abuse. Or hunger.
Or Mario Lopez.
Lindsay’s first words to me on Sunday morning: Did you blog yet?
Yes, she thinks this blog is all about her. And today, it is.