I picked up hours at work last week, so by the time Friday rolled around, I was exhausted. I only work half days on Fridays, so I was excited to come home, put the girls down for a snooze, and then take one myself. After lunch Emmy was all ready to go down. Her bottom molars are coming in & she's been downright miserable so I breathed a huge sigh of relief when she finally passed out after almost an hour of fighting sleep.
I went downstairs to find Brookie on the couch having a "rest period" watching Pound Puppies. Ahh, I could finally sneak in a 30 minute nap.
Then CRACK, BAM, SHAABOOZLE {yes, that's exactly what it sounded like}. It starts lightning & thundering outside and then with a loud pop sound {something like PIZZOP!} our power went out.
Now Em slept right through mother nature's hissy fit. But once the power went out & the baby crack machine and fan shut off, she was up. And angry. And so was Brookie, blaming me for shutting off her "friends". So after a -not so- quick call to the electric department, I found out that there were 94 other complaints in our area & that the power would be back on by 5pm.
It was 1pm. Shit.
First things first, I had to get Emily back to sleep. It only took about 20 minutes for her to go back out, thankfully. The makers of Womb Bear knew what they were doing when they made him battery operated!
Next up was figuring out how to entertain a scared, bored, and no longer sleepy 2 year old.
First we did some coloring by candlelight.


After about 10 minutes, she was bored (again). She suggested we played dress up. No problem. The central air shut off with the power and it was 90 degrees outside...so of course she picked out to wear a dress, tights, and cardigan.
Next she wanted to play "pretty pretty princess". Translation---"let me get into your makeup bag & apply the shit out of it onto my face".
I was too tired to barder with her. She won.
First came the eyeshadow. Purple eyeshadow.
Then the bright.red.lipstick I wore when I dressed up like a flapper for Halloween 4 years ago. I hadn't seen that tube of lipstick since then, but somehow she knew exactly where it was. Must've been eyeballing it....waiting for the exact moment when she knew Momma would sleep deprivingly say "sure, you can wear that".
The finished product!
Yama hama it's fright night!
When I showed Dustin these pictures of his sweet beautiful first born, he actually stepped back a bit and said "that's kinda scary", then proceeded to call her lil Joker for the rest of the night.
But she was in love with her makeover. Kept staring at herself in the mirror, whispering "soo beatiflull" to herself. And then realized that Mommy had no lipstick on! Oh the horror! (literally). She took care of that reeeeal quick.
Whatcha think? Hawt stuff right hurr.
After about 15 minutes of her running around the dark house with the chance of falling and staining everything in sight with that mouth, my OCD kicked in and straight to the tub she went.
There's my natural beauty.
After she was squeaky clean, we layed on the couch munching on s'more goldfish crackers, telling stories, and reading books.
The power turned back on around 3pm....juuuust as we were both falling asleep. And sissy decided that was the perfect time to wake up.
*sigh* Dark circles are coming back in style...right?!?