The Dirty Kid

Do you remember the dirty kid in elementary school? You know, the one that always looked in desperate need of a bath and as a child you would shy away from playing with this kid (or your mom would order you not to). Of course, as adults we place the blame squarely on the parents for not bathing their child and practicing good hygeine. So, imagine my horror when I picked Emma up from daycare the other day looking like THIS:

Yup. That's MY filthy child trying to bring back the mohawk. She had drool all down her face, her shirt was absolutely covered with her lunch and who needs hair gel when you can just use the fruit juice from your lunch to make your hair stick straight up? (This is not an endorsement to use fruit juice as hair gel but it did do an amazingly good job holding her 'hawk to form and she did smell deliciously fruity)

I couldn't decide if I was amused or frustrated when I picked her up, so I settled on both. Amusement because she had so obviously had a great/fun day (seriously-how happy does she look in her filth?)and frustration because she was such a mess. What am I paying the daycare for if they can't manage to put a bib on her during lunch and wipe the juice out of her hair and drool off her face?! I was so sure the other moms were talking about me that I grabbed her and hightailed it out of there as quick as I could!

The mohawk is actually a pretty normal occurance. Since Emma FINALLY has hair she is obsessed with running her fingers through it. Yet another example of the 'hawk in action:

I think she's channeling Dr. Seuss. Cindy Lou Who anyone?