Father Daughter Dance 2011 and chicken skin delight...

Tonight, Shelby and Lucy are at the Father Daughter Dance at CCV.  They have been looking forward to this all year.  They get to have a special fancy dinner and dance the night away with their Daddy...their favorite person in the whole world. This is a dream night for them.

When we were at Cedar Ridge, we had a Father Daughter dance and it was the highlight of the year for Shelby. She has missed it since we moved here to AZ. CCV is just down the street and they have a HUGE (3 nights) Father Daughter Dance that sells out practically overnight.  Last year, we missed it and Shelby was devastated.  We remembered this year, just in time.  The girls have matching dresses with their babies and they are feeling fancy tonight!  Shelby really wanted me to fix her hair in an updo, but I am not girly and I have no idea how.  They are lucky I figured out how to clip a bow in their hair. (I will always fall short in the girly girl department, but I make up for it in the quirky department and I like that department better anyway.)

Preslie is sitting this year out because it is right around her bedtime, (plus she has a fever again..and a cough like a seal...back to the dr tomorrow) but she is enjoying hanging with me and Jesse eating chicken, drinking spicy and watching a RugRats marathon.

I told Jesse that since the girls have such a special night we could eat whatever he wants and get a movie. He chose baked chicken drumsticks.  The child is addicted to wings and chicken on the bone of any sort.  Any time he gets to choose, he chooses wings. This is puzzling, but pleasing to me because I have never eaten chicken off the bone, nor will I ever. I have this weird aversion to anything on the bone.  It has caused me some uncomfortable moments when we are eating at someone's house who has gone to a lot of trouble to make a delicious chicken dinner.  I basically mangle it and eat a token amount to try to avoid hurting their feelings. It is sad. So, it shouldn't be surprising that I am well pleased with my son being able to eat things off the bone. Actually, James has taught all of the kids to enjoy off the bone eating, so besides their other picky habits, at least they won't have trouble with that.

The boy cracks me up when I get alone time with him.  He says the.most.hilarious.things EVER.  He is just like my brother with the one liners he dishes out...Never trying to be funny, just naturally hilarious because of the way his little mind works.  So, I was cutting the skin off a chicken breast to get to the meat and cut some for Preslie and he asked me what I was doing.
When he heard my answer, he said, "I love the skin.  It feels really good in my mouth.  Basically it is like a blanket for my tongue. I love it!"

WHAT? A blanket for your tongue???? Doesn't that seem a little uncomfortable.  It makes me gag just thinking of a blanket on my tongue.  But, the boy enjoys it.  My pickiest eater likes chicken skin because it feels like a blanket on his tongue. Go Figure!

{p.s. He rented Cats and Dogs the Revenge of Kitty Galore for us to watch but when it came time, he said he'd rather just watch RugRats so that he could wait and watch the movie with Shelby for the first time. He is such a thoughtful boy. It amazes me how much he really thinks about how he can make others happy. When we were at BBusters he wanted to pick out a movie for each of his siblings. He is always thinking of others. God has gifted him in this way. Love...}