My little girl

Oh she loves makeup

I remember when I was a little girl, how I loved to play dress up and put on my best dress, then I pretended I was this big shot secretary or big boss. Although I didn't remember really what kind of outfit I was wearing, mind I only remembered busily scribbling notes as I barked orders to my subordinates.

When I had a baby girl, I prayed that she would love makeup and just be a little girly instead of a big tomboy like her mother. I terribly want her to always feel like she's the most gorgeous girl in the universe and not like me who grew up thinking that I wasn't pretty enough. Big pyschological babble coming up but I digressed.

I remember how charmed Kasih was when we (my mother and I) put some lipstick and eyebrow pencil on the first time. She looked so pretty and she didn't fuss at all. She was less than 1 year old then. She would look in the mirror and smile her beautiful smile at her reflection. Even when she's just a tod, she already understood the power of makeup.

I never stopped her from playing with my makeup and over time, she thought that my makeup stash was not the most exciting playground (oh a relief!). She already decided that she didn't like lipstick/gloss yet (good!), but still, when we took a bath, she would play around with my brushes and powders and touched up her face.

We were both playing around with makeup one evening and that was the first time I saw her totally engrossed in applying makeup. She dusted her face with my blush brush, then lined her lips using my lip blush looking all so serious and grown up. She even hummed this little tune and started primping in front of the mirror. The cutest sight, one I would never forget.

Isn't She a Doll?

The cheekiest girl in the whole wide world!



I just wish she stops growing!

Lemons and Babies

I haven't blogged for several days which a bit unsettling for me because I've challenged myself to do this regularly. Why upset, you say? Compare to stop eating junk food or exercising regularly, blogging is totally a piece of cake. I shoulda been able to do it in my sleep. Shouldn't there a lot of things one could actually write about?

To my defense, my internet provider, Hell-o Speedy, was a total crappola in the past few days. I tried to keep things I wanted to write about in my mind, but we all know that I've lost a couple of memory cells already. Whenever I got an idea, I thought to myself, "AHA!, I'll write about that!", and completely forgot about the idea the next day.

Anyways, I watched this video on Weighty Matters blog, ran by the honorable physician, Yoni Freedhoff. Since then, I've been kicking myself for not videotaping my kids when they had some lemons.

We are the Goofy goofy family

Believe me when I said this, I am a pretty serious mother, not such a goof-off, only a dose of craziness every now and then.

But, add my kids to the mix, and my Peter Pan hubby, you got these :