



Rowan felt like the luckiest girl last weekend. It all started Thursday evening with the Daddy/Preschooler sports night at school. As you can see, Rowan and Lance sported matching soccer jerseys. Then THE VERY NEXT NIGHT was the Daddy/Daughter dinner at church. Rowan picked out a dress from the dress-up bin, Lance wore a pink tie just for the occasion. There was dinner (of which Rowan ate a roll and pudding) and dancing (she is still doing the chicken dance) and other (older!) girls and their daddies, so life was pretty great.
Tate and I had fun on our own. I took him to the mall to ride an orange horse on the carousel, we ate dessert, he had undivided attention. It was nice for all of us. And, a bonus for Lance, Rowan is starting to become a Daddy's girl. He has been waiting for this for a long, long time.
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