Tuesday, May 27, 2008
My daughter Eleanore is so anxious to be a big girl. If she sees my wallet, even for a second, she screams "waldet-waldet-waldet", until I hand it over and give her the chance to unzip each compartment, and pull out every single card. Cute at first, but now more annoying than anything. I don't know how many times I've found my Sally card under the couch, or my drivers license mysteriously to have vanished. She does the same thing while I'm trying to put on my makeup. She gets in my lap, blocks my head sized mirror, and says "meekup, so pwetty" while running an old makeup brush that I've donated to her, over her cheeks. And like I said before, its super adorable... until I've got 5 minutes to finish getting ready and, where on earth has my eyeliner gone?! I look over at the kiddo, who has run off towards the hallway. Whats all over her face? *squints to see*... oh, there's my eyeliner. By this time, I barely have enough time to chase her down, cause a tantrum, and smear the remainder of my liner onto my upper lids. And you can forget about getting a clean face kid, the entire world will just have to know how horrible of a mother I am, letting my child draw all over her face with god knows what. Oh who am I kidding? They're too busy looking at all of my tattoos and my obviously un-brushed hair.