Mini Mani

"What doing, Mama?" She, in the midst of dinner in a high-chair.

I, in the midst of a manicure on the couch.

She climbed out of her high-chair and came to me.

As if she knew instinctively what a manicure was, she spread her rosy little starfish hands out in front of me.

I painted her nails.

She admired them, as girls do.

Digit by digit, "And this one, and this one...."

She showed me her ring finger, her pinkie, her thumb.

I gave her another coat of pearly pink.

I don't know how she knew,

how she knew to just stand there and wait for it to dry,

to inspect and admire them.

It's like she came with a Toolkit of Girly and was just now getting to use some of the finer implements.

I don't know how a beautician feels,

giving girls their first manicures.

I only know how I felt tonight,

like all of my most fantastic dreams had come true

in the form of 10 little pearly pink fingernails.

Sans bebe

Things I would be doing with this mild and overcast Sunday had I not a child and a husband who worked weekends: 1.) Showering on a schedule not dictated by anyone's naptime 2.) Reading the Sunday Magazine in its entirety 3.) Watching something vintage or indie at the Brattle Theatre 4.) Surfing etsy for something I shan't regretsy 5.) Yoga, with poses not compromised by a chimpanzee trying to trapeze off my downfacing dog 6.) Calling many people; even my old man curtailed our convo this week as Baby Girl was being so loud 7.) Painting my nails and not worrying about blighting Baby Girl's brain with the fumes 8.) Not having a picnic of goldfish crackers and smoothies on my living room floor 9.) Not pretending to "sneak/sneak around/sneak around together" thrice to the Music Together CD 10.) Not reading the same books ad nauseum 11.) Not giving an M&M to the little lady who successfully tinkled on the throne 12.) Not having much fun at all, and mostly feeling lonely and unhugged :)

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I bought a new rolly backpack suitcase this week from the Bean. Multi-purpose for sure.

Praying x 2

My granny always told me that Jesus hears the prayers of children and doubly counts them.*** When we got home from daycare yesterday, Baby Girl told me she needed to go and pray.

She knelt down in front of a little table and put her hands together like a Precious Moment statue:

"Dear Father...Thank you for Ava and Malcolm and Quinnie...and good morning...and Jesus. AMEN!"

She is still accepting special intentions....