She wants to be a mini-me. She tells everyone she is a girl and Mommy is a girl. She follows me around, asks to help cook, clean, sweep. She watches me in awe as I put on makeup. She wants to pick out my clothes and is bugged when I once again refuse to wear my cotton pink polka-dot summer dress in 30 degree temperatures. She's a charmer, with big beautiful sparkling eyes, long dark eye lashes, kissable rosey cheeks and hair that shines and lightly curls (when there is enough humidity to allow such a thing). She's an absolute doll and I LOVE being her mother.
All that being said, I did not love waking up from a nap with Alec in my parents room (I had to nap with him because my kids nap like crap on vacation and he would only sleep if I slept too) to find that Lyssa had oh so quietly climbed out of her pack n play in the guest room and snuck her way to the bathroom and into my makeup bag. There she was, in the dark, dumping pigments, playing with brushes, and putting on mascara. I gasped and not knowing where to begin cried out "Mooooom!!!" In swooped Grandma to help clean up the mess. I was stunned at first. I let out a tiny giggle. Then I couldn't help but snap a few pictures of the oh so innocent little lady. She had tried so hard, and managed to even get mascara on her eyelashes!
That's what I get for splurging on MAC makeup.... a bag that will make everything it comes in contact with sparkle in a variety of shiny pigments, an expensive ruined brush, and two tubes of mascara gone.
Can you believe it took two face washings and a bath to get all her makeup off? Incredible!
It's a good thing she's so cute. How could you stay mad for very long at those big innocent eyes???
It didn't hurt either that my dad took me out to replace it all that very night.
Thanks Mom and Dad.
I hope your bathroom rug washes clean and sparkle-free someday.
6 comments:
Oh, Lyssa, how I missed you. Sorry about all the make up losses, but how nice of your dad to help you replace it so quickly. Her eyes did look nice...
I would love for Jakob to take a nap with me. Nothing sounds more delightful, but he would start poking my eyes or else just run away long before sleep kicked in for him.
oh chrissy dear lyssa has nothing on me. my mom has pictures of me covered head to toe in baby powder (like all you can see are my eyes).
one where my face is caked with lipstick, and one where i colored my entire body with a permanant marker.
my mom had to hide her lipstick and make up because i'd get into it all the time. i think it's biological.
Your dad replaced it???
What a guy.
Darling little girl!
I love how she has genetic battlefield eyes like you and I do. You can just see Dad's genes saying "I am blue, and I am NOT RECESSIVE!"
The rug washed up nicely, and I'm happy that the bathroom has been forever immortalized:-)
ahh! I can't get enough of those eyelashes!
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