Make-up Maven

Gia is such an awesome combination of traits. I never want to forget all the little things about her that make her uniquely her. 

 Gia is kind of a tomboy at times--she can run and jump and play with the best of them. She likes checking out worms in the driveway after it rains and she doesn't mind getting dirty.  Yet, she can totally be a girly girl. She loves hair bows and jewelry and lately, if it's not a dress, she's not wearing it.

   She also loves to watch me putting on my makeup in the morning. I have a 5-minute routine that I do every day and, as soon as I'm done with it, she loves to take the big brush I use for bronzer and do herself up. When she was a baby I could just give her the brush. Now she knows there's nothing on it unless you "dip" it into the "that black thing with the makeup".    The other day she was watching me put on mascara and she was fascinated--more than usual. I told her she had to wait till she was older to put makeup on her eyes. She said "ok mommy" and skipped off.   And then, the next morning I was on the phone with my mom. Gia was watching tv and Jon was outside watering our plants. And this happened:  

Gia decided she didn't want to wait till she's older to wear mascara. Or TONS of bronzer. In this next shot you can really see the job she did.

The best part? She didn't see anything wrong with her handiwork. In fact, she was mad when we found her & told her makeup time was over, because she wasn't finished. She goes, "But I didn't get to do the other eye!"

  Gia, my dear, there will be plenty of time for you to "do the other eye".    

MOTY Right Here

So, I have all these awesome recipe and tips 'n tricks posts planned, but they'll have to just wait another day or two to be posted. Why, you ask?  Because this little tidbit just couldn't wait.  Gia has been really struggling with sleep lately. I think she's overwhelmed with all the holiday stuff (lights! presents! Santa! chocolate! cookies!).  Developmentally, she's learning something new (potty training) and that has always messed up her sleep. Until she masters the new skill, she won't sleep so well, even though she really needs it.  So, to say nap time and bed time have been a bit of a struggle these past few weeks would be an understatement. Gia associates brushing her teeth with going to sleep because that's part of our bedtime routine. The other day she was doing everything she could to not take a nap and she asked to brush her teeth. I said ok and I set her up with her toothbrush and little kid toothpaste (aka candy in a tube). While she was brushing I went into her room, which is across the hall, to set up her humidifier. Not two seconds later I was back in the bathroom. And I there was Gia, with her toothbrush in the toilet bowl.  I was horrified.    I gasped so loudly I think my neighbors heard me. Gia looked at me and started to cry. I told her it was ok, and then I grabbed the toothbrush and promptly threw it away. I explained to Gia that it was NOT ok to put your toothbrush in the toilet because it's SO dirty. I may also have said the word 'gross' a million times because now Gia says everything is 'gross'. She definitely understood the problem, as evidenced by her solemnly repeating "No toothbrush in the toilet. It's dirty!" and then willingly drinking the cup of water I handed to her.  Mother of the Year right here, I tell ya. After the incident I consulted Dr. Google, where I learned that it wasn't really a big deal and that many kids have done this. If the bowl was flushed recently (which it had been) and if there wasn't any toilet bowl cleaner in there (there wasn't) she'd likely be fine. Well, she was fine...till last night. That's when the diarrhea started. Fun times with a potty training 2 year old. We haven't left the house because I'm afraid she won't be able to hold it. Poor kid. As soon as the pediatrician opened this morning, I called and told the nurse of our woes. And guess what the nurse did? She laughed! And then she apologized for laughing. I told her it was ok, and that I was laughing too. Because I am. Now I am, anyway. So, once again, stay tuned for the end of this story. I wonder if the doc will recommend an antibiotic or just the BRAT diet. Wait with me, and see...