Picture day

When the kids came home from school yesterday, I made sure we figured out what they would wear today for pictures. As it turned out, M had nothing to wear. The one thing that was the most appropriate she didn't want to wear. Everything else she has out grown. So she and I made a quick trip to Target to find something for her to wear. Easier said than done. The 80s are certainly making a come back and every single freakin' dress we could find had that scratchy netting around the skirt. She would die if she had to wear pants, of course, and she learned from taking ballet that the netting stuff is scratchy = she won't wear it. There were some slim pickings when it came to finding something for her to wear. We finally settled on a pleated black school girl-type skirt and a turquoise top. She also wore some black leggings under the skirt since both the school and I have a rule about wearing something under her skirts. One kid done, check.

O chose a striped top that I like on him and I figured he would just wear some khaki shorts with it. Second kid done, check.

O came down the stairs this morning in sweat pants and his Denver Broncos shirt. I had his laundry on the couch so I directed him to the shirt he had chosen. He whined. "I want to wear my Broncos shirt." "Try again," I said. It was an unexpected fight. "It is going to be 88 degrees today, O. Why do you need to wear sweat pants?" "Because I am not from Wyoming like you are. I am not used to the cold. I need to wear sweat pants!" "It is NOT cold, son! What are you talking about?! COLD?! I'll ship you off to Cheyenne or Rochester right now and you can see what cold is!" Finally, we both compromised. He changed his shirt and wore the sweat pants.

Things calmed down while breakfast was eaten and lunches were made. I had long since given up on getting them to the bus and knew I would be taking them to school. After breakfast, the hair styling began. He wanted his hair spikey which never stays that way. She chose pony tails. I dug out the hair wax and hair spray. His hair took more time than hers. We walked out the door 5 minutes before the tardy bell is scheduled to ring.

O had to put his jacket on too. Seriously? Am I raising a whuss? It was 65 degress when we walked out the door. The drama!

But, they looked cute. We'll see how the photos turn out.