Picture day.

Little O was just spun about what to wear and how to do her hair.

 

She changed her mind that morning and wanted ballerina hair-- that normally requires wet hair, and we were out of time.

 

As we were driving to preschool, little tufts of hair were already escaping her bun.

 

When I picked her up, she looked like a tornado had hit her.  Hairpins were dangling from the bun that had become misshapen like a little overbaked cupcake plopped on top of her head. 

 

I was dreading those pictures. 

 

Can I tell you how cute she was?

 

We got our proofs yesterday and she just rocked it.  I guess all that America's Next Top Model really paid off...

 

Now I just have to sell a kidney to pay for them.