I know a baby, her name is Party, Party Baby…
Because Baby Diva had a heart condition, because she never really liked a bottle, because we are moving soon, because we live far away from family and life-long friends…for so many reasons…we never got her a sitter here.
For the most part, I had avoided formal occasions. Before her surgery, I had to avoid crowds in general, anyway. Now that Super Dad is back from making the world safe for democracy, though, there are tons of Formal Balls and other parties.
Baby Diva had full dance card last week.
First, an all-ranks Military Ball:
Then she went to a rehearsal dinner:
Then she went to a wedding and saw her Daddy lead a saber arch: