Friday, May 16, 2014

Princess Tea Castle

The Dancing Queen woke up Thursday morning with a huge smile upon her very swollen face.  Sitting hurt because of how big her belly was, but all she cared about was getting to be a princess that night!  Yes, Thursday was the night for the Princess Tea Castle with DQ's Daisy Troop.  She was going to dress like a princess and do all things princess with the other girls.

As DQ contemplated the many long hours until 6:30 p.m., she quietly asked: "Mommy, what if other girls in my class, who are not Daisies want to be princesses too?  I think I will only talk about this event with A. I don't want any of the other girls to get upset."  (A is the only member of DQ's Daisy troop in her class.) Such tact for a six-year-old!

Much later that evening, after dance class with recital practice, after dinner, and after her evening breathing treatment, DQ and I readied ourselves for the night on the town.  It was almost bedtime, but instead of heading to read a story, the Mad Scientist took our picture, then we were out!

We listened to "Let it Go" and the rest of the "Frozen" soundtrack for the entire car-ride.

By the time we arrived, DQ's Daisy Troop was already in the process of getting beaUtiful.  DQ jumped right in and didn't even scream as they pulled her hair into a rubber band and used bobby pins!  (I can't even brush her hair without screams of terror!)

DQ sitting on what she dubbed the "Queen's Chair"!
 Next, DQ got to choose from hundreds of princess dresses!  I bet you'll never guess what color our pink queen chose!

After a group picture with the singing princess who reigns over the Princess Tea Castle, the princesses were paraded into the tea room. DQ was nearer the end of the group and I almost fell over laughing as she tried to climb over the flowers to get on the stage that they weren't using at that point.  She felt she needed a stage to be properly introduced!

The girls then had a lesson in how to eat like a princess. And of course, they got to eat royal treats!

Then there was the fashion show.  A princess has to show off her evening gown!  DQ was asked what she wants to be when she grows up and, of course, she responded: "A queen!"  But we already knew this because she IS a queen!

Showing off her sparkly, light up, pink princess shoes!

The night ended with dancing!


Now you tell me, what more could Dancing Queen have wished for in a night such as that?!?!  Apparently, nothing, because she told me the night was a dream.  And when the Mad Scientist and I tucked her into bed, the dream she chose to sleep to was exactly what had already happened.  That, my friends, is a first!


  1. For now, the Dancing Queen is a beautiful princess! Love this post.



Having a child with a CHD is like being given an extra sense---the true ability to appreciate life. Each breath, each hug, each meal is a blessing when you've watched your child live off a ventilator, trapped in an ICU bed, being fed through a tube. Each minute is a miracle when you've watched your child almost die and come back to you.
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