I have to apologize. I've been woefully remiss in posting... well... anything at all. Oh, I've tossed a photo out here and there, and called it "Wordless Wednesday," but that's really just cheating, isn't it?
Seriously though, I can't believe that I've let at least two blog carnivals go by. And I'm waaay behind in reading the posts of all of my fave bloggers (see Good Reads, to the left).
My excuse: I've been consumed with projects, ranging from building and updating web sites, newsletters, various and sundry desktop publishing projects, and being the mommy of an increasingly busy toddler.
I know, I know... excuses.
____________________
So, in the interest of playing catch-up, here are a few pictures of my daughter in the special dress I teased about a while back. These photos were taken last month at the 100th California DAR State Conference in Santa Clara.



Yes, my little girl was a "colonial princess" in her mob hat, gown, and shawl. She was one of the kids selected to "bring greetings" from the California Children of the American Revolution (C.A.R.) on Opening Night of the Conference.
The kids were all supposed to walk together in a group, but my daughter took off running ahead of them, dragging her lovely rose bouquet like a broom down the center aisle. Daddy had to go running after her, and wound up walking all the way up onto the stage to keep her from taking off (something he definitely did NOT want to do!).
He did look rather dapper in his suit, though.
When it came time to present her flowers to the dignitaries at the head table, she screamed and cried. I'm sure that not taking a nap all day had something to do with this, but the idea of giving up those pretty flowers did not go over well. After all, sharing is not typically something toddlers do well, even on a good day.
The President General (that's like the DAR "Grand Poobah," for those of you who don't know), took a single rose out of her bouquet and handed the rest back to my daughter. This didn't really stop the screaming, but it was a very nice gesture, nonetheless.
Despite the tantrum, Mommy (me) was very proud and caught the whole episode event on video.
And cried. A lot.