And, Again With The Princesses

This is the last thing I will say about princesses for awhile, I promise.

 Yesterday, I posted about princesses.  It was a mere coincidence that it came the day before the big royal wedding.  No disrespect was intended toward the new Princess Catherine.  She is not of the Disney variety after all.

She strikes me as a quietly confident girl who passively chased her Prince Charming (for years) until she caught him.  Good on her.  I hope it works out well.  I really do.

I did not stay-up/get-up to watch the wedding.  Though, I admit I wanted to.  Unlike the royal wedding of thirty years ago, I have real responsibilities now.  Which (who am I fooling) I would have gladly shirked to watch live wedding coverage, except that I don't like to be sleepy.

The children and I caught a glimpse of the highlights this morning.  I told my Catherine, "Look honey, that is a real princess.  Her name is Catherine, too."

"Cate like me," she announced happily.  "I want a tutu."  (Tutu is her word for dress.)  I thought the dress was lovely.  Could have done with a little less lace, but lovely.  So there we sat, my daughter and I, gazing at all the pomp and loveliness.  It was sweet.

The boys were fascinated by the commercials.

And that was that.  Though, thanks to the invention of the DVR, my mother, sister, and I may have a viewing of our own on Mother's Day. 

I hope you have a royal weekend.