Posted July 7, 2009 by Mary Dixon Lebeau

Belle was trapped in a castle with a beast. Cinderella had to endure the taunts of her stepsisters before being transformed by a "Bibiddy Bobbity Boo." And Rapunzel was sentenced to a tower, never to see a hairstylist.

Every princess has a story. Heck, some even have sequels. So of course, as soon as Princess Lots-Of-Locks was old enough, she started asking for a story all her own.

Posted June 30, 2009 by Mary Dixon Lebeau

Once upon a time, my husband and I -- mere commoners -- prepared a bedroom for our baby-to-be, one filled with yellow and green and blue and adorned with dancing John Lennon animals.

Posted June 23, 2009 by Mary Dixon Lebeau

One of the most beloved royal traditions in our kingdom is the Royal Festival of Film. Yes, I mean we enjoy popping corn, cuddling on the sofa and having our own movie night.

Posted June 16, 2009 by Mary Dixon Lebeau

Every time someone mentions that Libby is "such a little princess," I wince inside. I know what they mean, of course. They mean she's what they call a "girly girl" -- all pink tutus and fairy dust, part bangle, part bauble, and all bling bling bling.

Posted June 9, 2009 by Mary Dixon Lebeau

Libby was destined to be a princess from the moment my husband told his parents they were getting a granddaughter for Christmas. And, by virtue of my English-major past, the little princess was also destined to be born with a royal library.

Posted May 26, 2009 by Mary Dixon Lebeau

I remember distinctly the day I heard my little princess singing to her Webkinz:

"Someday my prince will come,
Someday I'll find my love
And how thrilling that moment will be
When the prince of my dreams comes to me."

"Isn't that cute?" my husband commented between forkfuls of eggs, nodding toward the living room. Libby, dressed in a long skirt and some Mardi Gras beads, danced with a giraffe as she finished.