Leading Scorer and Homecoming Queen?

Wow what a week just went by. I am just so proud of my kids. My oldest Sierra is a tom boy and loves to play sports. My number two Camry is a girls girl, is a cheerleader and a double threat model and actress. My number three Logan is an up and coming young man with so much talent in his gangly still growing body (he is 5'5 and wears a size 11 shoe) there is no telling what he will grow up to be, with those dimples, blue eyes and blond hair I may have lots of girls coming by the house in a few years. And my youngest Spencer, well he is so full of imagination, and is such a thinker he will probably become a doctor, lawyer or a professional bulldogger.

So last week our oldest daughter was selected to be part of the homecoming court (Sr. Candidate) for our basketball festivities. Sierra has never been a part of any court other than a basketball court before so she was a little nervous wearing a dress and all. I did not think dress was part of her vocabulary unless it was used in a "you need to get' sentence. So Mom sent Dad to get a formal dress with his sweats wearing pony tail sporting athletic daughter. Luckily she sent the Cheerleader with us who has watched enough episodes of "say yes to the dress" to keep me from looking like a total loser. So we shopped one Saturday morning for a formal to wear to homecoming. Questions like, "what kind of dress, tea length or full length?" were batted around like softballs at a co-ed tournament. "Chifon or off the shoulder, or strapless?" adjectives were passed around like a pigskin at a picnic. Finally she came out of the dressing room in a blue full length dress that her sister and I both agreed was the one. As she wrapped it up I thought she would look good in it as they coronate one of the other girls with tiara. Well the moment of truth came, she looked fabulous in her dress, with her hair fixed and makeup on, most people did not think she was the same gal. She did not wear heels as she did not want to be the same height as her tall escort but yet she towered over the other attendants. Eventually the call came from the loudspeaker, "your 2010 Homecoming Queen is" drum roll please. My daughter.

She received a peck on the cheek from her escort as she had told him, "you kiss me I will punch your face in", which eliminated any opportunities for him to get a free one. As she smiled to the cheering crowd he placed her crown upon her head and they headed to their seats of honor to preside over the first of the homecoming games. At halftime with her royal duties coming to an end she raced to the locker room and emerged, makeup removed, hair in a pony tail with shorts and jersey ready to play on the hardwoods. Daddy's girl was back.