Mum's the word at Homecoming

It is homecoming week in our small town and my social child Rebecca had planned a whirlwind week of activity. Now the policy at our house is that as long as Rebecca is well behaved at home and school and maintains her straight "A" average, then we will do our best to accommodate her social calendar (yes I know....she is just 11). It is our way of preemptive parenting. We know what means most to her in the world, being around people, and the thought of having any of that taken away is usually the perfect incentive for her to toe the line. The few times she gets in trouble and she is stripped of social engagements then she fixes the behavior that got her into that predicament. In other words I know what she will work hard for and I hold it over her head.

With it being Homecoming week, we were already scheduled to be in the parade on Monday night. Thursday she wanted to go to the junior high game, and Friday night the Varsity game. Most importantly (in her mind) was the piece de resistance....the mum. She had gone last week to a neighboring town's homecoming and was so coveting the beautiful flowers with the ribbons and accessories trailing down to your knees. She had also convinced some of her best friends that they must also have these if they even were going to show up to the game otherwise (I was informed) they would be "losers".

John Mark put out the expectations for the girls to each get a mum. For Regan it was to keep her temper in check this week. For Rebecca she had to organize her closet which currently looked like this:Well with the terms settled and agreed upon by all parties concerned. John Mark went down to the local florist and ordered both the girls this epitome of social status. Last night before heading off the the junior high game my friend Audra and I snapped pics of the girls all getting ready for their big night out. Here are my cuties all primed and ready for the social football game.
Here is Rebecca with four of her best friends. Who had planned the perfect outfits (I know who would have thought that was jeans and tshirts), the perfect hairstyles...which again I am shocked really consisted of the same ponytails and throw-up styles they do every day. Then with just a touch of make-up they were ready to rock the stadium. Yes I realize Rebecca is awfully short compared to all of her friends..... she was even trying to stand on her toes to even out the heights.