Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Mad skills

Sarah's swimming! I put her down today within visual range of Beth's wagonful of blocks and she managed to squirm herself over to it, bat a bunch of the blocks out with her arm, and then play contentedly with the blocks. Hooray! She's learned a new skill. She's so determined. And so determined to be self-sufficient!

She's also started to play peek-a-boo. If she's sitting in her car seat or bouncy chair with a blanket, she'll grab the blanket with both hands, pull it over her head, and then pull it back down under her chin. That's when the big silly "I'm so proud of myself!" grin shows up.

We're cleaning things out as we're packing, and Scott found my big makeup case full of, well, makeup. Old makeup. There were five or six pieces I wanted to save (including my vial of Lip Venom, yum). The rest of it got tossed — but not before it was thoroughly inbethtigated.

Beth loooooves makeup. Part of our morning routine includes the two of us putting on lip balm together. So she had to go through every single tube and pencil, take off the cap, and probe around. She ended up with lipstick and eyeliner all over her face, and she was very, very serious about the whole process. This was important stuff.

'Course, I'm not about to let a two-year-old run amok with makeup. I left her with a bag of makeup sponges, a brush, and two new tubes of lip balm. And the big boxlike makeup case, which zips shut and has a mirror in the lid. She's thrilled. When Scott was putting her to bed she pled with him, "Want makeup!"

"The makeup's downstairs, Bethie."

"No, put makeup in crib!"

So she either wants to sleep with it or put it on in the middle of the night so she can (mad skills alert) climb out of the crib, open the door to her room, and sneak out to hang with her delinquent friends. (Okay, I'm just kidding about the sneaking out part. But she can do the rest.) Sigh. We'll try to keep a lid on this makeup thing until she's, say, thirteen. But it's cute.


Scott said...

Yes, it's true. Beth has figured out how to get out of the crib. Last night the side of the crib was down and Beth said "Climb out." I said "By yourself?" to which my dear little girl replied "Yes!"

So, she gets down on her stomach, reaches her feet up over the top of the crib rail, and then proceeds to inchworm herself up onto the rail. She balances on rail on her chest, holds on to the rail with her little hands and then drops to the floor.

She then looked up at me and said "Get out!" with a very satisfied look. Absolutely amazing!

Sarah said...

Beth and Liv could be makeup buddies. Liv loves to grab hold of my makeup bag and take out the blush brush and wave it all over her face. She puckers for lip gloss and always asks her toes to be painted. Where does this desire come from?

As for the crib, Scott, good freakin luck! Now that Olivia has a big girl bed (by no choice of our own), getting her to stay in bed at nap/night time is a real chore.