Daddy-O

Just got a phone call that my Dad follows my little newbie blog. And he thinks I'm funny! That's what I've been trying to tell him since I could talk...

He also told me he didn't realize I'm such a little fashionista. I'm not sure how this is "news," since we would spend HOURS (seriously, HOURS) picking out my clothes for elementary school in the morning. For example:

A: "Daaaaad, I have nothing to wear. Will you help me pick something out?"

Dad: "What about this dress with these shoes?"

A: "Mmm, I can't stand that."

Dad: "What about these pants and this blouse?"

A: "Eh. They don't match."

Dad: "Sure they do! They're the same color!"

Repeat.

At least 4 times. Occasionally more.

And also, my closet first grew exponentially in HIS house - there never seemed to be enough room for all my finds. Once my brother went away to college, I started using HIS closet across the hall to store some clothes...the truth comes out...

And for Easter one year when I was little, my Dad was in charge of taking me dress shopping. Easy, right? We came home with a new dress, matching hat, gloves, socks, shoes, and an Easter basket. We got home and my Mom asked "Why did you buy all of this?" and my Dad replied "She said she needed it." Proof I've been a fashionista/diva since my youth ;)

Thanks for your patience, love, and understanding, Dad! 

Like I keep telling you, you're a shoo-in for the Dad Of The Year Award ;)

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running our half - we made sure to smile big for every photographer we saw