This is how the night went down:
I picked Hayden up from school at 3:00 because Reagan had to stay late to get help from her math teacher. I brought him home about the time Faith walked through the door. I sent them both to get dressed while I made tacos to feed the two of them dinner at 4:00.
Then I sent Faith across the street so she could catch a ride to dance class while I took Hayden back to the high school because he had to check in at 4:30 to get his marching band uniform put on. Reagan and Rich got home about the same time I did. Reagan hopped in the shower while Rich and I ate re-heated tacos then she grabbed some food to go and left to drive to the football game which started at 6:00.
Faith's dance class ended at 6:20. Rich and I picked her up there. She changed clothes in the back seat ("Don't anybody look at me!") while we drove to the game. We got there just before the half time show so I found a seat on the 50 yard line and took pictures.
Hayden was promised pizza if he had correct form. The boy likes his pizza. That's him in the front row on the right.
As soon as the band was done I left Rich to watch the rest of the game while Faith and I met Reagan at her friend, Alysha's, house where all the girls were getting ready for the dance.
By now, it was getting dark and the flash on my camera decided to go on strike so the rest of my pictures are terrible. This was the only half way decent one.
Note the straps that Rich's mom sewed on to the dress. Don't you think it looks better with them than it would without? Yeah, me too.
I had to take Faith and leave before Reagan's boyfriend got there because Rich texted me that the game was over and I had Hayden's clothes in my car.
We drove back to the school again, found Rich and the three of us sat in the parking lot while Hayden changed out of his uniform inside the school. While we waited, we watched the kids arrive and line up to get in to the dance.
I loved this part.
It's so much fun to see the girls in their dresses, some of them tottering around in high heels while the boys try to look cool.
Finally Hayden came out of the building. Rich, Faith and I got out of the car and he got in to change clothes. ("Don't anybody look at me!") Boys and girls are very, very different. My son got ready for homecoming by getting dressed in the back of a car. Then he got out and put on his deodorant in the parking lot, sprayed himself with Axe and he was good to go.
About then, Reagan and The Boy pulled up. I made them all stand in front of my car against the fence to the baseball field for some quick pictures.
Those pictures were taken with Rich's iphone. Because my camera was still on strike.
Impromptu photo shoot done, we said goodbye to the kids and drove home. Rich is a night owl and regularly up past midnight anyway so he became the designated parent and I went to bed. I went to bed after reviewing my pathetic, sad, miserable collection of photos.
Apparently they had fun. I didn't get nearly enough details, but they were both home on time, in one piece and happy. That's the best I can hope for at this stage I suppose.
Yesterday morning I got up with a plot in mind. I told the kids that I would do all the vacuuming and clean all the bathrooms if they'd put their clothes back on for pictures. They readily agreed. (Bonus for me: I got all the cleaning done in less time than it takes them and it was done right without any nagging or whining.)
In the afternoon, I got them both outside for about four minutes. Literally, four minutes. As soon as she stepped out the door, the mosquito gang that hangs out by our house attacked Reagan. In between bouts of her slapping at herself, I got these.
No, I could not get them to put shoes on.
Yes, Hayden wore jeans.
For him, this is very dressed up. Considering the whole deodorant-in-the-parking-lot thing, I think he looks positively formal.