Oh no! Not AGAIN!!!

These were the words uttered out of my mouth earlier today. I was hard at work on the computer getting something ready for an upcoming shoot I have, and then I realize the dreaded silence of a two year old. Quickly I look to see what my latest ‘surprise’ will behold, and there, standing right by my nightstand was my sneaky Miss Mess who now looks like this:

Oh. my. goodness. Not again.

You see, it doesn’t matter where it’s hidden, I swear to you, she will find it. Makeup, that is. She absolutely LOVES the stuff. Which would almost lead you to believe that I’m one that puts it on first thing in the morning and continues to reapply all day – couldn’t be more false. I love having my makeup free days when I know I’m not going anywhere, and truth be told you could probably catch me at a stop light applying mascara (I’ve become really handy at auto makeup application). Madeleine’s first run in occurred over the summer when I found this:

I’m sure part of my problem has to be in my reaction. I just don’t understand how you can keep a straight face and be stern when you see this:

I mean seriously?

So of course, I have to just take more pictures – must have something to torture her with in her teen years, right? Maybe that will be her delayed punishment.

Just check out those hands!   

And then, what came next mortified me and totally grossed me out, but then again, I was laughing so hard I couldn’t keep the camera still…

Mmmmmm…….

 

In a 2 year old brain, “That was not too bad, and it got a fabulous reaction from my old lady, I think I’ll try that again!”.

“Perfect! Just the reaction I was hoping for!”.

So much for the Gymboree sweater I rediscovered in her closet for her to wear that day for the second time. And can I just say, lipstick is soooooo not easy to clean up.

I have to give a lot of love to my ginormous kitchen sink that my sister, Kayleen will be horrified to know I gave my child a bath in (let’s just say she has a little case of OCD and a lot is focused on the kitchen – but in my defense that sink gets a good scrub and disinfectant everyday!). Oh, and my backsplash, how I love my backsplash. When you wait 6 years in a completely torn apart kitchen you do appreciate these things so much more!

I’d like to think this pose is, “Mom, I’m so very sorry about getting in your makeup for the umpteenth time. Pretty please forgive me for the huge mess I made. I’ll be so good from now on I promise (at least until the next forbidden thing I find that I can somehow manage to get my hands on)!”.

 

 

How could I ever be mad at such an adorable messy face. And years from now I know I will be so sad that I don’t have those inconveniences in my day of the mischievous acts of my Miss Mess.

I so love that little girl.