Buggy

Eleanor’s school has been doing a fun week with a different theme every day. Monday was crazy hair day, and this is the hair Eleanor chose to go with. She wanted to look like a ladybug.

She wanted me to get a picture of her whipping her antennas around. This is how it turned out. Her face cracks me up.

Phaedra hates to be left out when I get out the camera. She’ll only let me get a shot of one of the other kids alone if I promise to get one with her after, so we got some sister pictures.

Not to leave out Curtis, the girls went over to where he was finishing up his very late after-nap lunch (daylight savings time messes everything up—understatement!). And yes, Curtis’s life is filled with the color pink. It’s everywhere. Don’t judge me.

I finally tried cutting his hair myself this time around. I was hoping to save some money. He watched me cut his daddy’s hair, and then Daddy held him while I cut his hair. He did really well. My skills certainly leave room for improvement, but it will have to do.

Here’s Eleanor before she left for school on crazy hair day. I forgot to have her take her jacket off, so I had to get more pictures after school with her ladybug shirt.

The next day was T-shirt day, where they wore their school shirts or a shirt with a lot of words on it. Wednesday was mismatch day, and this is what she wore.

Grant asked what kind of dress up day it was that morning before Eleanor had gotten dressed. When I told him it was mismatch day, he turned to Eleanor and said, “So I guess you’ll wear the same thing you usually wear?”

Eleanor scowled at him and protested. She thought he was telling her not to participate; she had no idea he was poking fun at her.

She very often does dress funny and in mismatched clothes. Sometimes I tell her she should change, but most days, I leave it be. I just love her confidence. She wears what she loves, and she doesn’t seem to care what other people think. I figure she has plenty of time later to worry about what matches and what doesn’t, what’s the latest fashion, and what might look funny on her. For now, she’s just a kid, and I want her to just enjoy being a kid. So I let her dress herself. And I hope when she shows up at school in some fashion atrocity that people see her as carefree.