Dance Picture Day, Take 6

Meghan is not amused by Mom's antics on Dance Picture Day, Year 6.

Last weekend we had dance pictures. This is a wonderful day when you take your daughter, all her upmty-six costumes, hair ties, and various unguents and sprays, and drive yourself into the dance studio. Then you proceed to torture your kid into her tights, leotards, itchy skirts, and hair-dos, OR your daughter tortures you by either refusing to push her legs into tights while you try to dress her in the back of the car or by wanting to do the whole thing, including hair-do, ALL BY HERSELF. (This would be when your basic two year old and your basic nine year old look basically like they are having the same tantrum, albeit with a lot more eye rolling and head cocking from the nine year old.) Then you all wait while the photographer desperately tries to get the littlest ones to stand still and all look at him at the same time.

Then and only then do you go in to watch your daughter pose and get HER pictures done.

Ballet 5 girls waiting their turn.

The pictures them selves are lovely and well worth it. After the fact.

Meg tries a pose out before the snap.

During the fact, though....

You end up with pictures like this:

Meg shows us she has neck tendons.

and this:

Meghan. Seriously.

and at the end of the day, like this:

Mom. WTH. Seriously. If I could say WTH, I would.