Freeze Frame

by Melissa & Megan

School pictures are a time capsule of our progress through our school years. Laying them all out and comparing them as they grow so we can gauge their growth and stages. It is such a lovely thing (when it's done) but like most things we undertake as parents easier said than done.

Teen and Tween Tintype

SO...
I woke up today thinking that it would be like most other school days. Quiet to start, with a splash of early morning drama (you know the kind we all love, they can't find their everything or they don't want to make a lunch). I mean we are 8 weeks into this school year, they have adjusted to getting up and functioning (barely) at least 5 days a week and now don't "meltdown" so much after 3 pm (sort of).

Let me start this story stating that I am a BOY mom, so my picture days, I'm sure, are VERY different than a lot of GIRL parents. That being said, it can still have it's own version of NUTS! I have to say the teenage version of this is getting better except our hated enemy ZITS. And also, I have stopped fussing and he no longer (sniff) wants any help from me. Post picture review, the teenager realized as we were comparing pictures, that he wore the exact same shirt for this years picture that he did for last year (which I said - and he stated with conviction  I was totally wrong). AHEM!

Life lesson #187-sometimes Mom is right. (which no one LOVES to admit)

NOW the preteen or tween version is about the same as it used to be when he was little. All I needed to do was help him with his hair this morning and he really wanted NONE of it. I believe his aversion to touch and stimulus (sensory issues) makes this small thing a NOT so small thing.

And also I feel I would be leaving something out and being dishonest if I didn't add this side note, I am a former hairdresser, so not messing with hair is REALLY hard for me. I have sort of a compulsion to fix stray hairs, fluff flat hair, smush (that's right SMUSH) cowlicks or too much poof, and also a little eyebrow smoothing or combing. Now you know that I have a bit (of my own baggage) that might ADD to this drama.

So I got gel, comb and water (really needed a hair dryer but I made it work because that would have made for an angry tween). I chased him around the dining room a couple times before I finally cornered him and got to work.  He looked good, after 2 kinds of gel and a LOT of water. He didn't whine too much but every 15 seconds I had to ask him to hold his head up, as he slowly tried to slide away down in the chair. When he was younger (or last year), I started as soon as he was seated and eating his breakfast because then at least he was distracted and it cut the whining down to a minimum AND he did not want to leave the food so he STAYED PUT. So I guess baby steps.
As he was getting out of the car at school, he looked at himself in the mirror and said "I wish my hair looked this good everyday."  UGH!

Do you think when they go off to college I can get copies of their school IDs?

Preschool picture perfect

SO...
What the...actual hell...happened around here this morning?  It was going fine... a little PJ Masks (kiddie tv), some waffles, cuddle time on the couch before getting dressed, just your typical day before school.  Now, this was our first "official" picture day because last year it was super laid back and I didn't make that big of a deal about it.  I had NO clue how incredibly traumatizing picture day could be for a 4 year old boy (and more importantly, me!!!).

Where to start with the problems?  Let's start with the attire for the day.  I had the nerve to not let him wear the Batman t-shirt for the 100th time this year (how dare I?).  On top of that, I made him wear a shirt with NOTHING on it.  There were stripes, he'd worn it before and commented on how cuddly it was, it was a completely perfect choice for pictures.  Today it was made of sandpaper and razor blades.  Don't even get me started on the complaints about the pants (which were completely off and then back on BACKWARDS before the day was out).

If you can believe this, the clothing portion of the struggle was the easy part of the battle.  Would you like to know what caused the most screaming, running, hiding, and crying?  Hair "goo" (as he likes to call it).  I honestly thought I was ripping his hair out ONE by ONE and then soaking him in acid.  He screamed like he has never screamed before.  It was all I could do to not just drag him into the bathroom and shave his head!

The kicker of all of this is, we finish, he looks in the mirror and comments about how good he's looking.  GREAT.  I can't wait to hang it up on the wall and remember this day forever ;)



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