Upon arrival, Reagan took some time to decompress before heading to bed:
Reagan spent her first D-Day in Dallas. She began the day by taking an interest in a daily paper my mom was reading:
And then turned her attention to excerpts of her namesake giving a speech on the 40th anniversary of D-Day:
A quick dip in the sink:
And we were off to lunch at Jason's Deli:
Reagan took the first of several D-Day dozes after lunch:
She seemed a bit discontented & I discovered it was probably
because her bow had been displaced; I remedied the situation:
She slept right through the FoxNews XM broadcast of dishonest Democrat
Anthony Weiner's disgraceful news conference:
She perked up when we arrived at the first of
several Dallas malls we visited:
And this perked her drowsy mama up:
Reagan downed her dinner early:
And was down for the count while we ate dinner at P.F. Chang's:
D-Day ended with a delightful surprise: a rerun of Designing Women
my mom discovered while flipping channels!
Tuesday: Dress Day!
Reagan slept while we shopped in Dillard's
& dined at The Corner Bakery . . .
...so she could join us for the dress fitting:
The highlight of Reagan's day was this chair upholstered in a red & white Damask pattern:
She was delighted with Jessica's dress choice:
Dinner at The Macaroni Grill, where Reagan made quick work of the paper on the table, discarding it unceremoniously on the floor:
And then signaled her discontentment:
Wednesday: Departure Day!
Reagan deep in thought, likely wondering how long it will take to load the car so we can get down the road:
Deliberating dozing off for the drive:
Dallas never disappoints. In 3 days Reagan learned many deep truths: ditching dad for a dress fitting in Dallas is a worthy endeavor, Reagan's D-Day speech was awesome, dress shopping & dining out are better when done outside the Monroe area, & Democratic congressmen are not to be trusted.
Finally home . . . Daddy!
I will leave you with this snapshot I took inside Yogurt Land
where we ended D-Day with a little dessert:
Dedicated to my Dadoo, who was always acutely
aware & appreciative of alliteration.