Tomorrow I will put large amounts of mascara, lipstick and heavy blush on them and make them dance in high heels. Because I'm that kind of mom. (Well, not really. They get curly hair. And maybe a very small bit of glitter. And that's where I draw the line. But some of these other kids... all tarted up like you wouldn't believe. Shameful.)
As you can see, Ella has decided that maybe she does not want curly hair as much as she thought she did an hour ago. And now she hates me, because I told her to wait a few minutes and think about it before I spend another 20 minutes taking these freaking roller things out of her hair and then another hour putting them back when she decides that oh-wait-YES she DOES want curly hair for the recital. And also, she really really loves when I stick a camera in her face when she's this happy. It makes her way happier. (Ten minutes later she was just fine, and super excited about having fabulous curly hair. Girls are wierd.)
Please say a prayer for me that I do not do/say anything extremely obnoxious tomorrow at the recital. I will be repeating over & over in my head "think of the children, the CHILDREN!" and trying to not smack a mom or two who are taking this way too seriously. I will try not to roll my eyes at 4 year olds wearing eyeliner and not be bitter that adults seem to ruin everything. I don't know why they can't just be happy with putting these kids in fluffy tutus and letting them dance to some sweet piano music, instead of making them dance all sassy to some random Prince song. I'm not a fan of sassy. It involves too much booty-shaking. (Not that I have anything against booty-shaking. That would be hypocritical.)
And next year, I think the girls will be playing soccer instead.
(seriously- why the heck would you want to put makeup on that face?)
2 comments:
When I was 2 or 3, my mom would make me sleep in those old plastic rollers overnight so I would have ringlets that would last about 45 minutes in the morning (my hair is that straight) but somehow it was worth it to her.
Yeah, soccer does sounds better.
Just be aware that then you have to deal with psychotic, agressive moms and dads running up and down the sidelines screaming at their kid until they cry.
Ever thought about allowing your girls to become anti-social recluses? Worked with my two.
There are PICTURES! Like, awesome low-light pictures! Sweeeeeeeeeet, making badass threats totally works. Note to self: start working on Greenpeace next.
Grace's first picture is so cool--how do you always capture the attitude? Oh, it's there all the time? Oh.
I can't wait to hear how the recital turned out and how many of you rule-breaking Nazis were running around.
"Anti-social recluses"? I resent that, Mother. Now let me go back in my cave.
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