I don't know how I overlooked the fact that Caelan might be invited to her friend Nick's homecoming celebrations. I was focused on the upcoming homeschool homecoming (I know, it makes no sense--homeleaving dance? Anyway . . .)
But, as per his usual polite and thoughtful manner, Nick checked with me first and Buck and I gave our permission to invite Caelan. He stopped by to deliver a speech for a college class he's taking and asked Caelan to the dance (I may have written about this already :)
Fast forward to this weekend . . . since the boys are away hunting, Gabby invited her friend Bree over to stay the night. My NGF (Bree's mom) dropped her off mid-afternoon. My girls and I had actually spent most of the day at home (what?!!) because Caelan's puppy class was walking in a parade that we could no way make it home from in time, and the boys weren't home to play their football game. So our only pre-Bree outing was to pick up the boutonniere, unsuccessfully mail a package, and for the girls to get Starbucks :)
Back at home, Caelan tried to be patient in her getting ready process (turns out Nick was the same, fancied up WAY too early, ha!). Caelan worked on her hair, her make-up, her dress and then we did some pictures around the house, at our neighbors' fence, and of course with the puppy.
Buck said via text, "Fancy girl with her fancy dog." :) Her fancy dog kept trying to eat the skirt of her dress, eeek!!
When we thought it was go time, we all four hopped in the car and got all the way to the end of the driveway . . . before we realized we were leaving a full 30 minutes too early :) Back in the garage, back in the house, and eventually back on our way to Nick's home for more pictures.
Caelan ordered a magnetic boutonniere, which she thought would be easier than the pin. However, it made Nick's pocket very floppy, so his mom took over and magnetized the flowers inside his shirt :)
Nick's sister surprised their parents by coming home from college for homecoming (I guess that might have been a good clue ;) She was very out-going and had lots of picture spots scoped out. Nick's mom and I were the primary photographers, but Gabby used my cell phone to take pics to send to Buck and the boys in the blind (I had my big camera). Bree was the assistant to my assistant, holding Caelan's clutch bag and the empty flower box.
As the homecoming car headed off to dinner, Gabby, Bree, and I said farewell to Nick's parents. We headed home to make breakfast. I'm told Caelan's meal was very delicious at a local restaurant that Buck and I like (that I might have suggested they eat at due to how it is situated between Nick's house and where the dance was to be held at his school :) It turns out the sophomore class also chose this restaurant for their pre-dance meal, so they were in good fancy company.
Caelan said she enjoyed the meal even more than the dance, because they could talk and it wasn't as loud. However at the dance she was often told she was pretty and Nick was told he had a pretty date, so that of course, made Caelan happy :)

As the dance was wrapping up, a severe thunderstorm was pounding our city. The direct tv went out at our place for more than an hour. Nick messaged me to say a group of kids were waiting out the storm at the school, and that there was standing water in their parking lot. He offered to bring the car to the front when the rain started to let up, but Caelan preferred to run through the rain (Nick messaged me later to say he thought she enjoyed doing that :) He apologized that her nice dress was wet, but I told him we were going to wash it anyway. We took a quick drenched pic before he left; you can see the tornado of dogs that followed the storm :)
When Nick arrived home, he sent me a message thanking us for letting him take Caelan to his school dance. Quite the polite boy, that one :) Still just friends, so no sparking romance happening. Caelan is going to have to start a corsage collection, though, if he keeps asking her to dances :) Good thing she's got at least two more dresses, ha!!








































