One of Malin’s greatest ambitions in life right now is to receive a French manicure. She watched me do my nails sometime last fall, and has asked me ever since about “putting some of that white stuff” on her own nails. I told her that she needs to let them grow out longer before we could really do a French manicure.
I never expected her to take me up on it.
She’s been conscientiously not biting her nails ever since. Occasionally, she comes up to me in a proud moment to show me which of her fingernails are the longest. And today she asked me again if I would put some of that white stuff on them. How in the world do you French manicure such tiny fingernails?? I defer to Aunt Amy. Amy, where are you?! (I think I’ll tell Malin to wait til we see you again.) haha 🙂
That Malin is such a girl. She was sitting with our friend Lauren in church yesterday, messing around with her makeup. When it was time for Sunday School, I looked back at her and wasn’t sure what response to give to the blue eyeshadow that she had so carefully (and liberally) smeared on her eyelids.
It wasn’t until the end of Sunday School when I got a look at Avery’s face that I realized that Malin is practically a pro at applying makeup. Avery’s “makeup” looked more like war paint. I’m sure she brought much amusement to her Sunday School class.
We did the mother/toddler spit-shine afterwards.