girly girls

Butterfly has taken to changing her clothes multiple times a day and always insists on the fluffy skirts, glitter, sparkles and general pink prissiness whenever possible.

Ladybug, who I generally think of as more of a soccer playing/jeans and tshirt/hands in the mud kind of tomboy has been showing her own girly streak lately.  Over the last two or three weeks, her and I have been having some great one-on-one time and she's been more affection, giving me lots of hugs and surprisingly gentle sweet little kisses.  But the real girliness came out yesterday when I retrieved a toy they haven't played with in awhile, their make up kit.  Originally given to Butterfly by her auntie, this kit is amazing.  The "mini-play makeup" kit comes with its own bag and a full assortment of brushes but the best part--no makeup.  Everything is pretend.  The eye shadow and blush compacts are colored sponges so  they can play all day without my neurotic panicking about staining the carpet or them having a reaction to a product.  So the two girls take turns doing each other's make up or delicately applying mine with a tender and sweet touch.  Especially Ladybug likes to gently tap the blush brush onto my cheeks and then carefully smooth the eyeshadow brush across my "eyebrys".  She's adorable.

And Angelbaby is a shameless flirt.  She flirts with her daddy, her grandpas, her uncles and most especially little boys.  Her face lights up with a beaming smile, her happy cheeks puffed up into proud circles, her eyes twinkling with adorable mischief and then she coyly looks away.  She loves church because she gives her flirty smile and flashes her pretty eyes at all the other baby boys and then they coo and giggle at each other.

She's also taken to doing the most adorable wave.  Her eyes will focus on me and I can see the recognition come with a huge smile.  Then she lifts her hand up and out with her palm down and flutters it open and closed, beckoning me to come.  How can I resist?

And as for me, on the other hand, I tried out a new class at the gym: boxing.  I think I'm in love!  What a great work out, I loved the focus, the adrenaline, the power.  The instructor was surprised it was my first time and suggested I'm a natural.  I reassured her I grew up with a truckload of brothers.  :) unfortunately, the class will not be taught again until the fall schedule!  :(