first day of school

Yesterday was the first day of school. It's a tradition at our house to take a picture to memorialize this great day. In fact just last year, my daughter who is attending college in another state sent me her first day of school picture. She was wearing a beautiful mussed up side pony tail and a childhood expression. Call me skeptical, but I have a funny feeling she re-did her hair before she actually left the house.

If we took all those pictures out and lined them up side by side, we could see how each kid grew from year to year. We could see the grouchy face of the one who just didn't want her picture taken in that particular spot. We could see the funky clothes of the eighties. We could see the floofed up bangs (yes, I know I just made up a word, but you totally understand what I mean). We could see the fancy pink Winnie the Pooh backpack (that was Kindergarten not high school--I promise). How about the Mickey Mouse dress and the "Buzz Off" outfit. Who could ever forget the fancy dance poses? Oh, and then there are the brace faces and the sack lunch in hand. And then (giggle) there's the home-permed hairdos that never should have left the house. How about the side pony tails? Precious.

So as I was saying, yesterday was the first day of school, and like the dutiful mother that I am, I took pictures of my beautiful teenage daughter before she left for school. Well, I tried.