Today Natalie asked me if I wanted a makeover. I’m not sure where she heard the word, but she is a girl and girls hear of these things young I’m finding out. Or, maybe she’s a genius and she knew she wanted to put make up on me and made up the word makeover. Um, okay, she probably heard it from a friend.
Anywho, I digress. The point is, what mother of two preschoolers who hasn’t showered for two days let alone put on make up or done more than brushed her fingers through her hair wouldn’t die for a makeover, so I said yes (just as soon as I get dinner in the oven and the last of the lunch dishes in the dishwasher to make way in the sink for the dinner dishes, but again, I digress).
I found Natalie waiting for me in her room, sitting in her child-sized rocker with her makeup kit by her side. I sat down in front of her and soon asked if we could move to the couch to accommodate mommy’s belly. She denied my request. I told her it would limit the time of my makeover thinking this would entice her to move. She simply said, I’ll be quick then. Not the answer I wanted to hear since having a makeover feels really good and relaxing. And yes, I’m talking about a pretend makeover where my child takes a tiny paintbrush and flutters it across every inch of my face ‘putting’ make up on me. L.O.V.E I.T.
She picked up her paint brush, er, I mean make up brush and softly swirled it through each of my ears. Not sure what part of the makeover that was, but it did feel quite nice. She then took said brush and put it through a hole in her pretend kitty carrier which houses her stuffed kitty and said in a professional voice, “And now give me some throw up” which actually sounded like ‘and now give me some frow up.’ I grimaced. Why in the world would she think of throw up at a time like this.
She then proceeds to make gagging noises for her kitty. She sees me grimacing and said conspiratorially, “Don’t worry, it’s not real frow up, it’s just a little spit for your eyebrows” while moving said brush out of kitty carrier and now daintily painting spit on my eyebrows. Good, I think, at least it’s not throw up and just spit. I can rest easy now because spit is exactly what I was hoping to have smeared on my face during my makeover.
Oh, who am I kidding. It was all fake and it felt great. And best of all, I fit in a free spa service while waiting for dinner to cook. Who could ask for better than that? And by the way, I did manage to fit in a shower tonight for those keeping track. I had to get all that spit off my eyebrows.
(c) 2016 Leighann Marquiss
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um…hilarious! Throw up and/or spit may sound disgusting, but you never know what people use for beautification. What about those fish that eat the dead skin off your feet at nail salons? Sounds gross too, but people do it! Just sayin’…
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After the spit part…I was thinking surely she won’t make it 3days in a row. Thank you for sharing.
Tell Natalie that Aunt Johanna can’t wait for a makeover. If “frow up” is what it takes to have someone “play” on my face then BRING IT ON!! Love it.
oh, my. i am sitting by myself at the computer laughing out loud at this newest natalie story. hilarious. frow up for a makeover? that’s classic! here’s a hypothetical question: “if i brush my teeth three times in one day does that make up for the days i forget to till night time?” just strictly hypothetical, not that this has every occurred with two toddlers running around… and yeah, tell nat that aunt amy is ready for the “kitty special” too!
Hi!!! I am Suny from Amy’s small group here in St. Augustine. I have been a blog-lurker of yours since November and after Amy shared your story with us.
I wanted you to know that I pray for you and your family every moment I can! God has brought you through so much with this pregnancy!
Keep posting b/c I will keep reading! God bless!
PS. I absolutely love love love the fact Natalie came up with the makeover herself. It is amazing how observant children are!