In the midst of all the closing excitement (if you want to call it that) taking place last Thursday into Friday, there was something even more monumental on the horizon--Scout and Tillie's first Father-Daughter Dance. The girls had been talking about it for weeks, and last Friday evening they were finally able to get dressed in their Valentine's Day best and do the Whip and 'Nay 'Nay (I'm not even sure if I'm writing that correctly) in our church basement. Scout wanted to wear her tube socks with her dress, by the way, but I talked her out of it at the last minute.
Meanwhile Catcher and I had a date of our own (not pictured) at a cozy little Italian restaurant down the street. We went early and dined with the folks who go out at 5:00pm because we had to get home in time to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire before the girls returned.