September 22, 2009Ah picture day at school. Brings back memories, doesn't it? Buck teeth, bad hair, zits, and clothes that should never come back in style. I remember my sophomore year of high school my picture seriously looked like I was stoned - and NO I did NOT use drugs! Anyway... I had it all planned out for Pearl's picture day today... pick out a cute "dress" (really a skirt) and her shirt that she thinks is a dress and all would be good. She's really into wearing dresses lately and I figured both of us would be happy this way. I showed her the outfit and said how cute it was to which she agreed that it was ok to wear. We even had the same idea for shoes and tights and I was thinking this was all too easy, no battles over her outfit for once. Well, as soon as I started to pull the shirt over her head she freaked out, screaming "NO! Not this one, Mom!" Once that twirp makes up her mind about what she is or isn't going to wear there really is no point in fighting her. So, I drug her into her room to pick out an outfit. Instead of the cute pink and brown polka-dot shirt and matching brown corduroy skirt I had picked out, she opted for a more causal look with jeans and a white flower shirt with her pink crocs to round out the outfit. Oh and don't even get me started on the hair battle! I was hoping we could get away with leaving her hair down but Pearl insisted on it being "this way" (like I know what that means and yet it's what I get screamed at every morning) in a ponytail. I wouldn't care about the outfit so much if she would actually toughen up and get her picture taken. She wouldn't have anything to do with it and refused to sit down and smile. Defeated I gave up, marched her back down to class, and told her teacher if she could convince her that getting her picture was fun to go for it. Last I heard was they got one shot of her... scared looking I'm sure just like all the other school pictures we have of her... but only after the photographer told her to say "cheese" (we had been practicing all morning). I guess we'll see what it really looks like in a few weeks.
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Could be worse: My neighbor took her boys for pictures and her little one fell at the bottom of the escalator. It literally raked the top of his head, but she was determined to get pics taken, anyway. She showed them to me and Tyler totally has huge, bloody claw marks down his forehead!
Oh, this post makes me laugh!! I hate picture day!! There is so much expectation!! In fact, my boys' was yestererday. When I had their outfits all lined out (Greyson especially...since he always wants to wear a "cool" outfit...which usually consits of an Oklahoma State t-shirt and "comfy" pant (jeans or shorts w/ elastic. The only way those are "cool" is if you are 6 mos. or 70 years old) they pitched a little fit. What?! They couldn't believe I was putting them in button-down shirts and...shock...a belt!! I just pray they kept their shirts tucked in for the pictures, 'cause when I picked them up neither of them had their shirts tucked in. Oh well. So, I feel your pain. Ohhh, that little Pearl is always good for a laugh...mostly because she reminds me of my little stinkers. :)
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