Make Up Shmake Up

This morning, as with every morning, Nicole had a tantrum while I put on my make up. She wants to play with my brushes, powders, mascara, etc. and I am the mean mom who won't let her. I actually made Nicole her own make up bag filled with empty cases and tubes, but NOOOOOO that is not good enough, she HAS to play with what I'm actually putting on my face (even though some of those cases were ones I used last week and she cried for then, but now doesn't want). So every morning is a constant battle. I have made the mistake of letting her play with some mascara and eyeshadow, which resulted in black and very colorful marks all over her face, arms and legs, but best of all over my furniture. Lesson learned and now I'm sticking to my guns (it is hard, as all you mother know) and hopefully one day the crying for make up with stop (or at least calm down a little).

So anyways, this morning was bad! But I let her cry and tire herself out a little. I then asked her if she wanted to color and she said yes. So I brought her crayons and her Strawberry Shortcake coloring book into the bathroom and let her sit on the floor by me and color. It worked for a little bit and I could finally paint my face in peace (this is all yet another reason why I think I should boycott make up, even though the world is a much happier place if I do put it on). Well, the peace lasted about a nanosecond and the crying started again. I looked down to see what the problem was. Nicole had make some beautiful colorful marks on her page, but was now holding the white crayon and completely upset that her coloring wasn't showing up on the page. This crayon didn't work and that was NOT acceptable. I thought it was hilarious! So I grabbed the white crayon and hid it behind my back, grabbed an orange one, made some marks to show her that this one worked, and Nicole's coloring resumed. All was right with the world. Nicole was quiet and making art, and I was attempting a miracle of art on my face!