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A timeline of events:  

Friday – kids bring home photo order forms.  I look them over and choose what packages to get.   I make a mental note about picture day on Tuesday.  

Saturday – I send an email to Zach's class about October calendar items.  I include a reminder about picture day on Tuesday.  

Monday – I see photo order forms again.  I read email responses to my calendar email.  

Tuesday morning – we wake up late.  Emma comes to me having chosen her own clothes.  I look at her shirt and say, you should probably put another shirt over it.  She picks one she wore for family pictures nearly 2 years ago that is on it's way to the too-small box.  I smile and send her down for breakfast.   I pick out Carter's clothes… the comfiest ones in his drawer since he is all about comfort… (laundry was done but not folded or put away so our pickings were slim.)  These include an old Phillies shirt of Zach's that was the faded style when we bought it.   Zach of course is wearing his standard athletic shirt and basketball shorts, although he was down to only matches of black socks.  As I hurry kids out of the car at school, so proud that we've made it before the bell, I notice that Carter's hair (which, when not this far past a haircut, doesn't require much maintenance) is totally sticking up on one side.  I smile to myself and think, "probably should have combed Carter's hair!!"  As I drive away, I notice a girl race across the crosswalk with a cute dress and curled hair.  I think, "wow, some people go all out for school!"  

Tuesday 2:00 pm – I realize (can't remember what made me remember) that it was PICTURE DAY.  The kind where they line up the kids on the stage for class pictures, not the kind that they put all the little individual pictures on one page for a class pic.  I remember vividly what the kids went out the door in and the state of their hair.  I text Nate, my mom, and my sister for moral support.  Meg asks me why I keep shaking my head and laughing.  

Tuesday 3:45 pm – kids come home.  They say, "mom, you forgot it was picture day!"  Both Carter and Emma tell me they ended up front and center in the class pic.  Awesome.  Luckily I have naturally cute kids who can pull off parent-induced picture day wardrobe problems.  I take a picture of my own to look back at and laugh.  

Thursday morning – laundry is all put away in drawers, Emma puts on her cutest dress, Carter wears a nice shirt, we are ready early enough to do cute girl hair and comb un-cut boy hair.  it is not picture day.  c'est la vie.