My little Rockstar!
The registration form listed required dress as a onesie. I had decided we would use her Rockstar onesie with the sewn-on tutu. We were told that they actually meant "plain white onesie", but since they didn't specify that, other mommies were planning to have their little ones in ... "embellished" onesies. (We took a plain white one with us - didn't want to risk being DQ'd. From a baby contest, yo.)
We got there, and there was every kind of "embellishment" known to man. One of the 6-month olds had a tutu on bigger than she was. A little girl in our category had on a custom-made onesie with her initial on the front and more ribbon than my christmas presents the last three years. (Ok, on second thought, that might not be saying much!) Then there was the baby with the cowboy boots. How do you compete with that?
It was hotter than you-know-what inside the arena where the contest was going on. Wee One got a bit of stage fright and wasn't able to say "dog" or tell you what a cow says or any of her normal tricks. Her Nan's antics in the audience finally resulted in a few blown kisses, which I think is what got our Show result.
On the way home in the car, my mom started to suggest that we get a fake microphone for her to "practice" so she would do better "next time". Then we realized that we sounded like pageant moms, and we had a good laugh.
And hey, it's good fodder for the blog!