The only upside, as far as I can tell, to the elevated status currently attributed to a silly tradition like Halloween, is an opportunity to wear your costume more than once. They’re not just for trick-or-treating anymore! Now you can wear them to the town’s celebration, the library party, zoo, the mall, school, and even Church. We have skipped all those opportunities until the church party tonight. We had a dry run on the costumes and they seem adequate.
PJ’s top gum has been pregnant with a tooth for quite a while now. The gestation was clearly almost done. Trouble was, the baby teeth had not vacated their spots. PJ as of 1 pm today:
That left front tooth was wiggly and had decided that he would ask his grandma to pull it today. Pulling teeth is one of my mothers’ greatest pleasures.
I pulled a thumb drive out of the bottom of a pocket in my work bag; I probably haven’t touched it in 3 years. It has 4 pictures of a young Lily on it. She was such a cutie. That cutie is now in fourth grade and quickly gaining on me in height. She has passed the deep end test. Now that she is in early-morning chorus, she walks down the street to get on a bus all by herself. Pete knows he can count on her to take him out for a walk or sneak him a treat. The boys know Lily can read ANYTHING. She added viola to her piano this year and hauls that instrument around like a big kid. This girl is a regular at the library, always cycling through books. She complains about homework just like a high schooler but is eager to help me out like that little girl was, but she is so much more useful now!
It’s picture time again, and I admit I am stressed about it. I worry about missing the day, or not registering correctly online in a timely manner. Or having a hair/wardrobe/smile disaster. 3 kids means 3 different picture days. I also teach at 2 schools, so that’s two picture days for me (less stress, but I do have wallet-sized photos of myself to trade!).
I am no pro at ordering pictures, but I know I definitely never order retouching. Retouching was first offered me when I was in high school, and, let’s face it, my acne could have used the help hiding. But it was so sad: they retouched my freckles right out of the photo, too. I love my freckles! Those tenth grade portraits made me look so pasty. I’ll never trust them with my kids’ skin. But look at these demos. First: awful. Second: unreal. Third: I want more appropriate models for grade school. Rather than pimples, maybe they should show some examples of stitches retouched, or gap-toothiness covered in. Or cowlicks controlled.