So tomorrow is school pictures at daycare, which second of all is fantastic because they'll do individual shots as well as a posed sibling situation in which the awkward-awesome is magnified exponentially. Those photos are even more wonderful to me than the individual shots. For two years, all three kids were in daycare together, and the four three-kid school photos we have, well, they could blind you with all that awkward-awesome. Just be careful when you open the album, is all I'm saying.
One of the saddest days of my life was when E had left for kindergarten and L&G went off to school pictures day without her. But one of the greatest days was a few months later, when E's teachers had their spring professional development day on the same exact day that L&G had school pictures day. Oh, yes, I did bring E right back to daycare and stick her in a fully-populated siblings school picture. There were plastic flowers in addition to a canvas backdrop that year. Sweet mercy.
In the grand scheme of things, there is much I don't fuss over. One of the ways I get us out the door each morning while keeping a fingerhold on my sanity is by not caring what clothes the kids wear each day. They are responsible for picking their own clothes and I will only make weather-related changes to their choices.
There are exactly five categorical exceptions to this rule: Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, weddings and funerals, bar and bat mitzvahs, and school pictures day. Truth.
I never put them in matching outfits but I do like their clothes to complement each other's attire. So tomorrow Mr. G is wearing some blue-and-white seersucker pants and a heathered blue polo. Lady L is wearing a navy-and-white chevron shirt with neon pink jeans.
And I will confess to you that a small part of the pleasure of the ritual is their scheduled indignation over the temporary loss of wardrobe autonomy. I will make you cute and you will like it. You will remember Mama's favorite teaching, that God is in the details; and Daddy's, that if Mama's not happy, then nobody's happy.
They will pout: why? And I almost never answer this way but it's part of the ritual, so tomorrow morning I will say:
Because I'm the Mama. And I said so.
And on Wednesday, you will undoubtedly find them again in pajama pants and rainbow capes.