I had another good time with the girls last night while babysitting. We did our usual activities: ping pong, pizza-eating, and cozying up to a movie. We also incorporated some new things like bubble-blowing, table-dancing (it wasn’t my idea), and manicures.

 

Yes, I am now sporting electric pink nails courtesy of the ten year-old. She has very unique techniques for application, too.

 
Very rustic. And I didn’t even have to worry about her talking crap about me behind her native language! So relaxing.

The one year-old was extra cute, too. She wanted to hold my hand way more than usual, which always makes my ovaries look at the calendar and start writing strongly-worded letters to my brain.

She also saw that I was wearing my new Unexpected Expectancy doggie hair clip (product placement), and she immediately wanted to touch it. She started to tug it out of my hair, so I took it out and showed it to her. She made the little doggie walk around on the arm of the chair we were in, and then she looked up and pointed to her head. I clipped it into her soft curls, and she smiled the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. She’d get so mad at me if I took it out of her hair, though I was just fixing it for her. I’d put it right back in, and she’d stop mid-scream to grin and touch it in her locks. She wore it until she fell asleep.

This is about when my ovaries got their stationery back out.



Also, the ten year-old, eight year-old, and I all played a rousing game of “Kill, Kiss, or Marry.” Apparently, I will be killing a booger mixed with earwax, kissing an eyeball with nose hair on it, and marrying a tooth with bloody hair attached. It’s my prerogative.