Dancing Queen

Quinlynne has been saying that she wants to wear dresses. Unfortunately, all the dresses she had were nicer dresses that I wanted tos ave for church wear. So it totally broke my heart to go to Ross Dress for Less and look for some everyday dresses for my lovely. This little gingham watermelon number is one that she loves and had to model. She apparently liked the way it felt because she got Grandi to do a little dance with her.

Making Meatballs

Grandi decided that she and Quinlynne would make meatballs one day. My thought was "More power to ya!" So, Grandi helped Quinlynne put on her apron and they went to town. Apparently Quinlynne did very well and actually did help. She even rolled out some of the meatballs all by herself. I had to work later on that evening, so I did not get any of the meatballs that Quinlynne insisted they cook for dinner. Quinlynne must have thought she did a god job because she ate about 11 of them. (Sometimes the girl won't really eat for days; then other times I wonder where she's putting it!)

Future 4-wheeling?

Quinlynne's Poppa, Momma & Uncle Aaron all love to ride motorcycles and go 4-wheeling. In fact, even after Poppa had broken vertebrae- he continued to go 4-wheeling (this fact did not make anyone else in the family happy). So, while Uncle Aaron was home for a little bit he decided to take Momma's 4-wheeler (which she inherited when Poppa passed away) for a spin around the neighborhood. Momma decided that Quinlynne should go for a ride with Uncle Aaron. She wasn't too happy to be getting on; she could have gotten that from Momma. (Poppa used to say that he had to spank Momma's bottom to get on the motorcyle when she was little. When she grew up, he had to spank her bottom to make her get off the motorcycle.) Quinlynne's face doesn't look too enthused in these pictures, but she wanted to go for another ride afterward. She just may like it!

Did I ever post this?

For Quinlynne's recital, I made some butterfly cakes- since she was a butterfly in her recital. I took pictures of them. They're nothing fancy. I guess they're kinda cute. But- you know how you have the finished product in your mind- and then it does not look like what you had envisioned??

Genetics II

So, you can see that my daughter takes after my dad. (When he took her to Idaho with him when she was 12 1/2 months old, everyone there kept telling him how much like him she was...and his aunts kept calling her "Lester". Needless to say- he came back with a huge head!)

However, she also looks a lot like my brother. Let me put up a picture of my brother as a youngster. Look at that little face. Who knew that one day it would have so much hair on it?


I know this wouldn't be complete without seeing some pictures of me as a youngster. I was SOOO cute, afterall! I think I was 3 when these were taken.

Then just a couple for comparison.

Genetics

Some people seem to think that Quinlynne doesn't look very much like me, and that she must look a lot like her genetic materials donor. People also seem to think the only reason she has curly hair because she is part Black. I keep telling people that while it could be very possible that she gets her hair from Donor, she gets many traits from my father. Let me post a couple of pictures of my dad.

Just humorous

I was going through some photo albums this evening for scrapbooking purposes. I found a couple pictures of my parents that were just too...humorous to pass up. The first 2 pictures are of both my mom and my dad on the 1st month anniversary of their dating. Mom's outfit is pretty cute. Dad's...well, mom said when they met the only thing dad used to wear was black because that's the only thing he could match. So, she bought this outfit for him. He brought the flowers that are in the background.

The 2nd picture is on their 3 month anniversary. Check out dad's tie. Everyone should wear their ties that length!

Too vocal?

Yesterday was a day with Quinlynne! I seriously just wanted to hit her really hard. We just were not jiving together very well at all. Near the end of the evening she was sitting on my lap. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I said "what?" The child turned around and looked at me, with huge accusing eyes and said as clearly as possible: "I'm NOT happy,". It took everything I had to not burst into laughter. I asked her why she was not happy, but she never did answer. Getting way too vocal, that one.

Butterfly, butterfly spread your wings

Quinlynne did so well in her 1st dance recital. As you know, she was a butterfly. She looked adorable in her costume, and Sophia's mom put makeup on her (she wouldn't let me). Grandi was a stage mom so this momma could watch the whole thing.

Quinlynne was the 1st little girl on the right hand side, right in front of Miss Leah. She really surprised me with how well she knew her dance. I thought she would forget or freeze up. Nope, no way, not my kid. She sang the little song and did all the steps. I was so proud of her! When the dance was over, not only did I have some tears in my eyes- I had my ugly cry. But I wasn't the only one.

Charlsie, Penny, Aaron, Mandy, Abby, Uncle Charlie, Uncle Connie and Rosie all came to watch her. I know for sure that Penny, Aaron and I all had tears in our eyes.

I was in charge of videoing the dance and Aaron was in charge of the regular camera. Near the end of the recital I'm going through the pictures onthe camera, and I'm thinking "This doesn't look like Quinlynne. Neither does this one. Wait- Quinlynne wasn't standing by Miss Shelly. Oh- if I look closely- I can see Quinlynne in this one." Apparently, Aaron heard me say she was on the end. He did NOT hear me say "Quinlynne's on THIS end, that's why we're sitting to this side of teh stage." SO, I have tons of pictures of some other little brown girl who was at the opposite end from Quinlynne. I wonder if her parents want them? Let me post the two pictures I was able to salvage of my child.

After the recital, we tried to take some pictures in the lobby.


Penny and Charlsie had brought Quinlynne a rose and Uncle Charlie and Uncle Connie had gotten Quinlynne a little boquet of flowers. Aaron, Mandy, Abby & Penny left before we did and I thought Quinlynne was going to have an absolute, complete meltdown for her Uncle Aaron. This is a picture of her crying for her Uncle Aaron.

The child was way beyond needing a nap. The only one she got was in the Jeep though. There was more of the day to come when we got home.

The walk-through

We had to have Quinlynne at the Performing Arts Center in downtown Tulsa by 8:30 Sunday morning for the walk-through. So, I had to drag my butt out of bed (and hers) to get there. Literally, all they did was walk the kids on stage, show them where they would stand, and walk off the stage. We were then free to go.

While we were there however, we did discover that Mayfest was going on and parking would probably be atrocious in the afternoon, and we would have to pay to park. What a fun thing to look forward to!