In my never-ending quest to assuage my working mom guilt and spend some fun time with Holden, I bought us tickets to attend a “Frozen”-themed tea party by a local company called The Enchanted Teapot. If you’ll recall from our “Frozen” On Ice almost-misadventure, my attempts don’t always go according to plan. Remember this?
This time, however, not only did Holden actually wear the Anna dress, she let me do her hair in braided pigtails AND she wore a flower wreath on her head.
(Notice that sweet cowlick? A straight part is never going to be in this girl’s future.)
She did have a brief freak-out once the dress was on, but I soon realized it was because she also wanted to wear her “bug” wings.
(We had just gotten through a weekend of watching “Peter Pan Live” on repeat so she had a slight Tinkerbell obsession.)
Oh, and I went ahead and got dressed up too.
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Why, yes, that is a fake-braid headband. I’m straight up bald in the front from having GB so my braid situation was not working out.
The dress is one I actually owned from a funny fancy-dress party in grad school. It’s literally 12 sizes too big and I had to pin myself into it.
I think we looked pretty cute, though–ridiculous dress and all.
The tea party was adorable, with precious little “Frozen”-themed treats.
Holden was very well behaved (at the start), and was so excited.
She colored “Frozen” pictures.
She met Anna.
And Elsa. She was so starstruck.
They sang songs.
Holden, of course, had to steal the show. She even threw in a few forward rolls and twirls for good measure.
They read stories.
Notice Holden butted her way right on up to the front. At one point she even stood up, blocking the other kids’ view. Luckily, the rest of them were older and gracious to her being young and self-centered. There’s no real (quiet) way to push through a crowd to get your loud, stubborn two-year-old to sit down in this situation. I tried.
She even helped herself to Elsa’s throne.
She really was good for 95% of the event. She did have a meltdown toward the end when we had to wait in line for the official photo with the princesses. She may or may not have thrown herself on the floor and screamed, but I had already paid the $15 for the photos, so we were getting them, dammit. Her crocodile tears stopped as soon as she approached Anna and Elsa.
And then she hugged and tried to kiss them. They were both very sweet about turning their head for a cheek kiss, even though Holden was clearly going for the mouth.
Overall, we had a (surprisingly?) great time. Even if I was one of the only adults who dressed up.
I mean, look how happy she was:
I’ll make sure to show her these photos when she’s 15 and tells me she hates me on a regular basis.
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