Pretties

The other day at lunch I decided to touch up Charlotte's finger nail polish. It was chipped and looking quite sad. Hannah watched with great interest. It didn't take her long to decide she too wanted a manicure. And after a few loud and persistent "eeh, eeh, eehs" along with her little fingers shoved in my face I gave in. Hannah got her first manicure. And by manicure I actually mean the smallest amount of polish slathered on the ends of her fingers hoping the nails were covered. Painting a one year old's nails is not easy! Taking pictures of the one year old's "manicured" finger nails WITH big sister...

proved to be quite challenging as well!

 

I think this next picture does a good job of capturing the whole experience.

I said "show me your pretties" and this is what I got...

 

It's a good thing I took those pictures right away because my work was in vain. After picking Isaiah from school the kids and I spent the afternoon playing outside in the snow because it was FINALLY above freezing! 40 degrees and sunny!!! And wouldn't you know it, when we came inside Hannah's nails were chipped and sad looking. Apparently sitting on a tricycle and in the stroller with fleece mittens on reeks havoc on manicured toddler fingers!!! Who knew? (Seriously the girl never actually played in the snow. Don't be fooled by the shovel in her mitted hand. She watched her siblings play.)

 

And truth be told, I didn't actually play in the snow either. Bad mom! I know. But my van really, really needed some attention. As in a date with the shop vac. So I supervised the play while I cleaned the van. Want to know how bad it was? Last month while my parents were here my mom (a fellow mom of 3 and longtime van driver) suggested that it was time to clean my van. But it was too cold out so I let it simmer a bit longer and added a new layer of crumbs and spills to the already existing filth. (It's my own fault, I feed the kids - meals & snacks - on the go.) All that to say I was appalled (but not surprised) when I discovered a layer of debris a half inch thick under Hannah's carseat! Yuck. Yuck. Yuck!

 

Wednesday morning while I was unloading the girls from the van (at MOPS) Charlotte whined, "Mommy it's too hot! I want the cold back."  It was a balmy 37. Too hot?! Oh my!