If you ask Alena, she'd say that she's ready. In fact, her mother has given her a "tickle tickle" of blush or eyeshadow from time to time. Not that her mom wears makeup much at all these days.
With the heat and, moreso, the humidity lately, we've been firing up the window air conditioner in our bedroom (the only window we could fit it in) and using a fan to drive the cool air down the hallway toward Alena's room at the other end of the hallway. Last night was the first night that we left the fan running and AC on a less intermittent setting. So, we opened her door so that she could partake in the luxurious goodness of sleeping in a cooler room. Eric said he'd close the door when he got up at 5:30am, so it should be no trouble, and she'd probably sleep better. She never really gets out of bed before I get her up, anyway. At least that I am aware.
I woke up around 7, thinking I was mildly surprised that Levi wasn't up yet. I listened carefully and heard a muffled cry over the noise of the fan! It seemingly drown out any noise that the kids made during the night. When I left my room, I noticed that Alena's door was still open. Without my glasses on, I peeked in, but didn't see her in bed. I thought she might have been in the pile of covers toward then end of her bed. I glanced into the kitchen, living room, and down the stairs just in case. Nothing. I responded to Levi's call, and brought him to bed with me to feed him. While lying there, I thought it was odd that Alena wasn't in her normal spot in bed. After Levi was done, I got up and checked the one room that I hadn't earlier. We usually leave the door closed in the bathroom so that the cool air will pass right on by and on to the other bedrooms. It was still closed.
I opened the door, and there stands my little mischief-maker, a tube of Daddy's toothpaste in one hand, his head for the electric toothbrush in the other, and mascara and lip gloss smeared on her face! Busted! Alena must have thought that this was her chance to sneak out of her room and into the bathroom where all kinds of forbidden toddler treasures lie! She even ensured that she closed the door behind herself (luckily didn't lock it)!
After the inital shock of being caught red handed, and frantically replacing the toothbrush and toothpaste to its rightful spot in a drawer, she knew she was done for! Being the mean mom that I am, I took photos and messaged her daddy. After an obligatory spanking and time out, I washed the adult makeup off with a baby wipe. Ironic, I know. She really did do a pretty good job considering she couldn't see herself in a mirror at all. She managed to coat her lashes and get black in generally all the right areas. It's hard to miss your nose with the tip of the mascara brush unless your experienced (I daresay she's still a novice)! I can only imagine how many times she must have poked her own eye! I'm thinking of throwing the mascara out since I really don't trust where the brush may have been :p
What a great expression in the pic! Classic Alena!
Another new motherhood badge: Makeup Defender? (I'm open for suggestions on this one :)