Allow me to introduce to you my latest nail polish acquisition.
It’s called Spark, probably because it resembles the way the sky looks right after fireworks have gone off: deep navy, with a hint of purple and a bit of shimmer in the light.
Don’t you just LOVE this color? Me too. And apparently I’m not the only one in this house.
You know how sometimes you constantly keep an eye on your toddler, afraid that the moment you turn around they’ll do something? And how sometimes, after watching them carefully for a while you realize they have been just playing or coloring or watching TV or whatever and you feel like you can relax and avert your eyes for 5 minutes? Yeah.
That’s where I was at last night, when I heard my husband turn off the TV and go into the bedroom, and exclaim “Holy s***! Did you see what she is doing?”
My husband very rarely swears, so this was cause for alarm. I turned around (the office faces the master bedroom) and saw. Stella had gotten hold of my nail polish stash and selected the latest hue, which also happens to be the darkest of them all, and with it painted her.entire.foot.
I ran to get nail polish remover to get it off before it set, both on the wooden floor and on her foot – then I looked at her more carefully and realized that she had actually been painting her nails, not using it like body paint. She just ran out of nails to paint and really liked the color, I guess.
And that while she definitely made a bit of a mess, her left hand was surprisingly well done, with just a couple of small smudges. Which is when pride took over. (I know, moms really are a piece of work.)
Here’s what Stella’s feet looked like, after I got rid of most of the nail polish on her left foot (sorry about the poor image quality, didn’t take the time to focus properly):
Stella's feet, along with all the mani-pedi stuff she digged out to get to the shade she really wanted
And this is Stella, first thing in the morning, playing coy, still loving her new manicure:
Good morning! Did you do anything interesting last night?
And that’s not all: yesterday she opened a brand new mascara I just bought and tried to put it on, resulting in a look that was much more “black eye” than “smoky eye”. (Don’t look at me, DH was supposed to be watching her while I made dinner.) Unfortunately I wasn’t able to capture it with my camera.
Heels, nail polish, mascara… she always got into everything, but now the everything tends to involve more girly stuff.
Where does she get this from? Seriously, no idea 
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