My 4 year old son Max is very….inquisitive. He is always getting into something he shouldn’t. Kent and I were both hoping his destructive habits would subside by now. Tonight he was upstairs for less than 10 minutes alone and managed to get my cosmetic bag down and proceeded to apply eyeliner, lipstick and mascara to the bathroom counter, sharpen the eye pencils, and of course, apply the make up to his own face. He crushed all my blush in the process. After a little talking to, I took him outside for a few snaps, where you can see his ’smug mug’. He has a sly expression–doesn’t he? I may use these images on his wedding day as blackmail. And I’m going to keep stockpiling images like these so I have a WHOLE arsenal by the time he proposes. But seriously, take a look at his sweet, cherub face. How could I EVER stay mad at him more than a few minutes?
By the way, the flowers I ordered for myself turned out to be a disappointing fiasco. They looked NOTHING like the picture I embedded in my blog yesterday. No lemonade pitcher, no fake lemons floating in the water. WHAT?! Can you say false advertising? I called the company this morning and told them I was not satisfied. They are sending a second arrangement tomorrow…supposedly more representative of the picture on the web. I should snap a pick of the imposter flowers that are currently on my kitchen table. Not only was I missing the cool lemonade pitcher and lemons, the included a TON of green leaves and hardly any flowers–we’ll see what tomorrow brings.
