on certain occasions, a mother must acknowledge her inability to make herself "look good" through her children. one of the best occasions to either say i'm awesome or i'm smoking drugs is picture day. a mother's one big chance to shine and tell the world that she can pull it together for one day. just one day out of the year.
i wanted to document this and say, layne's face is perfection. he doesn't take a bad picture. i found some way to sabotage his cuteness. it's a gift, really. you're welcome.
at 6 am, in the dark, half asleep, i thought you really looked good, buddy.
i must really like that shirt because you wore it for last year's pictures too. this will make a great side by side progression of pictures. layne will say, look how baggy that shirt was on me in kindergarten! i really filled it out in the first grade. can you believe how resourceful my mother is that she would save that shirt until i was busting out of it in second grade?!
i'm not sure how the tie didn't get in your actually collar. did you take your tie off on the bus because you were embarrassed? why? i don't understand.
the giant tie crinkle at the bottom is my fault. i did kind of notice it but thought it would just "fall out" throughout the day. minor oversight.
a belt would have been a welcomed addition to the outfit. belts generally say things like, i'm profesh. i know where i'm going in life! my mom is not on drugs!
sure, getting your hair cut would have been nice, but when i combed it over in the morning with a splash of water, i thought you looked like sort of an asian rockstar. but when the water dried, it just became a hair helmet. this was definitely "my bad".
one day, you can do this to your children. until then, i'm going to spend some time making an appointment for a haircut and start planning your outfit for the next year. i'll even get you a belt.