Picture Day

Today was picture day at the kids’ day care.  It was hard to tell who was most excited this morning, me or Tessie.  Christian could have cared less.  The kids both looked great, and on the way to school, we talked about how they were going to pose.  Well, Tes and I talked, Christian looked at a book.  He was probably rolling his eyes.  Tessie was very excited because her hair, thanks to braids last night, was curly and beautiful, and she was sure her friends were going to love it.  The tragically funny part about all of this, is that it was our second time doing it. 

I was sure yesterday was picture day.  Positive.  I set my alarm early so I would have time to get everything done and make sure the kids looked great.  Tes and I had been talking about it for days.  She had picked out a special dress that twirled, with jewels around the neck.  I fixed her hair up extra fancy, and she loved it.  Christian looked very handsome, his hair was even a little tamer than usual.  We were all set.  When we got to school a friend of mine commented on how nice Tessie looked.  She preened of course, and I said “Well picture day gets a special outfit...”  My friend looked at me strangely and stated that the next day was picture day.  Oh no.  Sure enough, I had the wrong day.  This of course did not phase Christian, but poor Tes was crushed.  I assured her that I would fix her hair the same way and she could wear another pretty outfit the next day. 

So today we got up, and did it all again.  Tes didn’t like her outfit as much at first, but she looked adorable.  Christian looked even better than yesterday, although his hair was at an all time crazy poofiness that no brush was going to fix.  I dropped the kids off and reminded them to listen to the photographer.  Tessie showed me her pose she was planning on using, oh my is she cute, and I went home to paint. 

When I got back this afternoon to pick them up, I got a great report.  Both kids had done wonderfully, and their sibling picture had gone smoothly as well.  They even made it to picture time without getting covered in food.  Tessie told me she had so much fun, and that she helped hold up her brother when they took a picture together.  She chatted on the way home about her class picture, who she stood next to, and how silly it was.  I don’t know why picture day holds so much significance, it’s not like I really need more photographs of my children.  All I know is that I can’t wait for those expensive envelopes to arrive.  And pulling off picture day, twice, was something of a proud, beautiful mom moment, if I do say so myself.

Picture Day Number One

Picture Day Number Two

Ah, the poof.