Last night we took the kids to the Kevin Fowler concert. We even all got to go in his trailer and meet him.
Before that, there was an opening band. Stephanie and Philip were out on the dance floor nearly the entire time. Stephanie was trying to figure out the line dances. A while later, a very nice lady showed her a few steps (turns out she teaches dancing). She also danced with some guy for a minute. She was just talking to them like the little social butterfly she is.
The concert didn't start until really late ~ like 10 or 10:30? Anyway, Meredith, Philip, & I left and were home by 11. Stephanie stayed with Daddy and, apparently, was the life of the party. They all stood by the stage and the fiddle player gave her some ear plugs because he was worried about her little ears. (I totally forgot the stupid ear plugs.) The band gave away free cd's (they told everyone to burn copies and give them to all their friends!) and after the show, she got all the band members to sign it. Kevin recognized her from the 'meet & greet' and he called her "SteffiPoo." She advised him her name was "Stephanie!" He said, "You don't like SteffiPoo?" She said, "My name is Stephanie."
I don't even know what time they got home ~ maybe around 2? The girls got up this morning around 8. I guess the sleeping in thing won't start for a few more years yet.
