Elise got a bath this morning. This is not a normal thing. Normally, I make an attempt to brush out the snarls and then we negotiate the style in which I tie back her “growing out like Rapunzel” hair.
This negotiation usually starts with a ridiculous, unachevable request like, “Can you make my hair look like Elsa today?” or “Can I look like the cowgirl Barbie hair from that movie?” and then I talk her down to a more realistic option like, “One or two braids” or “maybe just a pony tail, like the horse on the Barbie movie… I know you can gallop like a horse! How about a PONY TAIL?!” Sometimes, if we have a little extra time, she gets a French braid like “Little Elsa”.
Some days I go rogue and do a surprise braid. Sometimes these rogue braids are met with excitement, “You are the BEST MOM EVER!” and some days I am greeted with a less than loving tantrum, “I DON”T LIKE THAT. I HATE MY HAIR LIKE THAT!!!!” For the record, tantrums are always louder and require more caps to express.
But this morning she needed a bath because she has been sick and her runny nose had inevitably been wiped with her hair somehow so the snot had knotted up the hair into a germ filled nest. The reason she didn’t get a bath last night was because they were at Mouse Choir at church and we didn’t get home until late. If you are thinking this through and have come to the realization that I sent my 5 year old to church with snot snarled hair, you are correct.
The reason why I cared this morning about the snot filled hair and not last night? It is Picture Day at school. The day where parents dress their kids up in the nicest school clothes they have, brush their kids hair, write a check for an obscene amount of money for an unseen product, drop off their kids at school and hope for the best.
In this day in age, where I feel like most parents can take an equally as nice photos that expresses their kids’ personalities better than a “Sit here on the stool while I change the textured red background to a textured grey background” photo, Picture Day seems a bit ridiculous. But it is a right of passage and I need 5x7s to send to Grandparents, so I fill out the form three separate times, write three separate checks, dress them up, brush their hair and drop them off.
Before I dropped them off this morning I asked them to take a quick photo on the door step. I told them to smile like they would for the school pictures and this is what I got.
I have complete confidence that Picture Day photos will be flawless.