Go With The Flow

That's my baby on the left. Before her Senior Prom. You hear that? S.e.n.i.o.r Prom.
Which means she graduates in about 2 weeks! From HIGH SCHOOL! How can she be graduating from High School? She is only a baby! My baby. When did all this happen?








Just the other day she was walking around on my high heel shoes. I just blinked and now she has her her own pair.


So yesterday, we started out early. I had to get some snacks ready since her friends and their parents were all meeting at our house for pre-prom pictures. Plus the limo was picking them up here. My kid is the most easy going kid in the world. She lets everything just slide right off of her like an oil slick. We could have made a short movie that I would have titled National Lampoon's Prom Night. But she probably wouldn't care. First of all, she has stick straight hair and wanted some soft curls. So the lady does these curl roller thingies the day before prom and Kari was supposed to keep them until the next day. Ok. So we get up and she goes to get her nails done in the morning, in her rollers. Then we go to the mall to try to find a pretty clip plus she was getting her make up done at the MAC counter at Nordstroms. She walked the entire mall in.her.rollers! You would never see me in public in rollers now, imagine at her age. Make up done, and we are running late. It is now 4PM and everyone will be at our house at 5. We haul butt to the lady to finish her hair. The curls come off and she looks like Shirley Temple. We get in the car and I expect her to complain, since I personally would have had a fit, but she just laughed! We get home, she ges dressed and came down singing "Animal Crackers In My Soup". All is good in the world.


All the kids get there. They take their pictures. They have some snacks. Then sit and wait for the limo that was supposed to be there at 5:30 and it was now 6PM. Instead of stressing like most of the other girls, Kari is calculating how many cabs they will need to et them all to prom.


Finally at 6:30 the "limo" arrives. Yeah, it's a long car. And it might have been a limo at some point. Say maybe 20 years ago. It looked like it hadn't been washed in about that long either. Then, the driver steps out. I wish that I would have taken a picture of him because words cannot describe. Ok, picture a beer belly fifty-ish guy in a Hawaiian shirt opened up about half way, gold chains to his belly and a giant fake diamond stud in one ear. So, I send D over to make sure the guy hasn't been drinking or anything since I'm paranoid like that. But my kid, just jumped in the car and all was fine with the world. She was going to prom. It didn't faze her that the car barely had A/C and it was about 100 degrees in the shade. I fully expected to see car parts falling off as the car started to move and I so wanted to follow in our car but D wouldn't let me!

They got there ok. Had a blast. And made a ton a memories. As for me, I learned that I need to be more like my kid.