confessions of a mama

boots: Frye / leggings:Winners / Dress: H&M  / Jacket: thrifted /necklace: Urban Outfitters
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I always try to let my little girl, well, be a girl. I let her wear pink or bright green tutus. I let her take along hideous bright pink sequined purses out into public. I let her wear whichever shoes she likes that day around the house. (It's usually a pair of black and red cowboy boots)

I even let the girl wear makeup. She'll watch so sweetly as I apply my mascara, blush and lipstick. After I have finished she always smiles and says, "Pity mama! Pity!" -Which I'm hoping translates into "pretty." Although I really lack talent in the makeup applying department so the "pity, Mama." response wouldn't surprise me. 

Sometimes Eylee will climb up onto the toilet lid and begin pointing to her eyes while fluttering her eyelashes. I'll open my mascara and put a little onto the ends of her lashes. Then I'll put a little bit of chapstick onto her puckered lips. She'll squeal her high pitched squeal and smack her lips together while she smiles from ear to ear. 

This morning she helped herself to my makeup. While I went to find my hairbrush, she found the brightest pinkest lipstick I own and began applying it to her lips, chin, head and even her tongue. The mascara on her face was my mishap. I accidentally poked her face with the applicator when I was trying to get the lipstick off of her. We both just giggled as she admired her face in her dressing mirror. She even kissed her reflection and said, "Pity baby!" 

The funny thing is, Eylee isn't my first 1 year old to get into my makeup. Here is a pic of Tavin after he got a hold of my waterproof mascara one morning before church. After scrubbing the poor babe's face for nearly eight minutes, I decided while I have small babies at home, I will never buy waterproof mascara again.