Just like Daddy

I've known since I was a little girl that there is something special between fathers and daughters. I remember as child how much I idealized my father, even wanted to change my name to Jamie(my dad's name is James.) Tonight I saw the hero worship in my daughters eyes for my husband(and he wasn't even home. LOL)I must start by saying my husband is an excellent cook and he loves to be in the kitchen creating. He often mixes his own spice rubs and seasonings. This evening while he was at band practice I came out of the bathroom to find this scene: Riley had pulled her vanity stool out of her playroom and into the kitchen, used it to climb onto the counter, opened the cabinet and got down a Tupperware bowl. Then proceeded to mix in said Tupperware bowl, an entire bottle of garlic powder, half a bottle of gumbo file', sea salt, and cavandar's all purpose Greek seasoning. When I walked in I said Riley what are you doing? Are you being daddy? She said proudly, "I cookin". I was laughing so hard and thought it was so cute, it was hard to fuss,so instead I captured the moment with these pictures.

Wordless Wednesday(Ballerina)

Dancing queen.

Here is the cutest thing ever, my prima ballerina in her first recital.