Adam took this picture of me hugging Braeden. What is not apparent from the photo is my breaking heart. Don't be jealous that I look so gorgeous at 6:45 (!) in the morning. It took me all night to get my hair looking that ratty.
Here's Braeden, 8th grader extraordinaire:
Don't be jealous of the beautiful light filled morning. The brilliant sunshine...
Here's Emma, 6th grader extraordinaire:
Young enough that the umbrella is not a social faux pas. Young enough that it's a little bit light out when it's time for her school.
Don't be jealous of the pony tail. It took me about 30 seconds. What can I say? I'm a hair whiz. (And it was sort of miracle that Emma even let me touch her hair.)
Because we all know I'm really not a hair whiz.
They both came home with smiles.
It's looks like I'll survive.
Happily, I spent the entire day with this one:
He's a bargain at any price...and comes complete with nutrition facts.
1 comment:
I'm so glad everything went well.
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