Today is the day I get to experience my worst nightmare: visiting the DMV with an 18 month old Diva.
Oh yeah — and it’s my last “official” act as a 29 year old.
Yay for me.
I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go, not sure what I’m going to wear, and not sure how well behaved the Little Lady will be.
Will there be a tantrum?
Will there be spilled milk and soggy cheerios all over me?
Will she scream bloody murder when I can’t hold her during the actual photo process?
(is it odd that I’m hearing a resounding “YES” to all of this questions?)
Scary times ahead, my friends. Definitely scary times ahead. Feel free to think of me today while you go about your normal day with your normal jobs, normal children, and normal (clean) hair and clothing.
I think to top it all off we’ll go visit the Mall Santa. The Little Lady F-R-E-A-K-S out when new people hold her.
Hey, if I have to have a bad picture then so can she. I’m gonna make sure of that!
