Picture Day

Yesterday, it was Picture Day at my 2-year-old daughter's pre-school. In preparation for the big photo, my wife helped me get Story's hair ready at 6:45am, complete with a little ponytail, ribbon, and brush technique that made our girl look soooooooo cute.

When I say "help," my wife really did the work.

I just kept thinking....thank goodness my wife is doing her hair today. As the Morning Daddy, I typically run a brush through her hair and call it "good."

With the little one's hair complete and looking beautiful, my wife walked out the front door headed for work, turned over her shoulder, smiled and said devilishly, "Now...keep her hair like that."

OMG.

It was 6:47am. Story's hair was perfect. But I drop her off at pre-school at 8:45am.

I repeat...8:45am.

That's a two hour window for my wild and crazy two year old to completely destroy her gloriously prepared hairdo...and thus potentially turn "Picture Day" into "Bad Hair Day."

Without panicking, I took a deep breath and realized one of two things would happen:

1) Story wouldn't touch her hair and things would turn out perfect

2) Story would touch her hair, pull out pony tails and such, and leave me standing with doing what I do every morning...run a brush through it and call it "good."

Would it make sense to stress about this or follow her around for the next two hours worrying about her hair.

No.

So I rolled the dice and went about the normal morning routine making lunches (see attached lunch note I drew for Raina), going over spelling words, getting everyone dressed, etc. without worrying how my two-year-old's perfectly styled hair would turn out.

And you know what...she didn't touch it once.

I got to her pre-school at 8:45am with hair, pony tail, and ribbon perfectly in place. I was so proud of myself...for having done nothing.

I can't wait to see how the photos turn out. :)

Till tomorrow...

--Eric