Who's Idea Was School Picture Day Anyway?

I dont know who or when they decided schools needed to have two picture days a year, but if you know let me know. I really would like to speak with them. You know one is bad enough when you live with a dazzlin diva, aspiring supermodel, and so begins the latest chapter in the ongoing saga of Life With Kelli.
What a morning. I knew it was coming, we had been arguing for three days about what she was going to wear today, well she had been arguing, I had already let it be known. Had two brand new dresses, one for Easter Sunday and one for church or whatever. Now when she got them she "LOVED" them both. The Easter Dress is a pretty little white with black polka dots sleeveless number and the other a pretty little torquoise cotton dress with flower designs throughout.
We of course wanted to wear the Easter Dress. I told her no, for several reasons, mainly its too cold, its white and there is a lunch period at school and recess and finally doesnt fit in to the dress code at her school. Let the flood banks open, her come the tears. "Everyone is going to be laughing at me in that ugly old dress, its too baggy(its not, just not skin tight like the kids seem to be wearing these days), I look like a geek, it doesnt match my glasses and I cant remember what else she said, but let me assure you there was more. Ive begun to black out this morning to protect my sanity.
So she piddled as much as she possibly could this morning, I think she thought I'd just keep her home if she ran us late enough. Boy was she wrong, my main goal for the day after that fiasco was to get her to school. So she finally decided I wasn't giving in so she put on the dress. Now it was time for hair. No matter what I did, I was pulling her hair. At one point she howled until I reminded her the brush wasnt in her hair at that time, because I was getting the rubber bands off my wrist. So I put two pretty little pony tails on the top to pull her hair out of her eyes. "What are you trying to do to me? Its looks just awful, Now I have this stupid ugly, green dress and geek hair." But mother of the year with all her deep compasion for this poor sweet child, responded "too bad, Im done" There just comes a point when youve done everything you can and you have to step away. So we stomp out to the van and moan, groan and bellyache all the way to school. While I quietly realize my peaceful day is just a short time away. the walk in to school was especially lovely, not a word, just a glare all the way in. So while hanging her bag up out in the hall, she tells me, "here we go, theyre gonna laugh at me and your gonna feel real bad."
Im like OK whatever, and we enter the room to be greeted by three little girls who run up to tell her hwo pretty her dress is and that they like her hair. LOL She gave them a little smile and said thank you. I told her bye and she followed me back out to the hall to tell me that they probably only said that since I was there. So Im getting ready to pick her up in a little bit, and hoping she is in a better mood. I am anxiously awaiting these pictures. Im hoping she lightened up before they took pictures, because if I get pictures of her with that scowl on her face from this morning, it will definately be a new chapter in this blogspot.

Oops She Did It Again!

Just last Friday when picking up me sweet little Kelli at school the teacher said that had written me a note and placed it in Kelli’s book bag. Now sweet Kelli was in no hurry to hand over the bag, so I knew it couldn’t be good. Immediately she tells me she lost a star, a demerit of sorts for behavior. Now this is the child who has never been in any trouble at school and has never lost a star. So I’m thinking she has gotten in to a little shoving match, refused to share, sassed the teacher. If only it had been one of those things, you know normal kids stuff. But no, it seems my sweet little 7 year old decided to educate her first grade class at lunch on the French Kiss. I guess told them what it was, gave a few details, who knows maybe a few pointers, not sure, since at this point she doesn’t really want to talk about it with me. I ask several times what she was telling them and of course my favorite answers “I don’t know” or “I cant remember.” So Im in shock and ask her what and how she even knows what a French kiss is and she says I saw it on Tv with Daddy. Now sometimes I have to remind Daddy whats on tv and get him to turn it, but Im thinking she's hearing stuff from maybe the older kids. I have a niece that is 17, 2 that are 16, a son getting ready to turn 15 and then a niece and nephew who are both approaching 14. lolApparently several of her “students” went home Thursday night to educate their parents, who in turn went to the teacher about it on Friday morning. Quite upset I am sure they were. Did I mention that she goes to a Catholic School? Sometimes I wonder why I ever quit drinking. lol