Mad, but laughing

Boys and girls really are naturally different. And I am so glad. But help me. Is having a daughter pay back for my mom?

Like, when did Jackson ever learn about Thomas? He was a little over one when he figured out that Thomas the Train was his first true obsession. He has since out grown that love, but for a few years, it was all I lived and breathed. I used to say that his college tuition was wrapped up in Thomas trains.

And Noah loves anything boy. Dirt, sports, bugs, burps. You name it. Noah can't get enough of it. And those are things I couldn't care less about. Or if I'm being truthful, HATE. Dirt? No thanks. Sports? Pass. Bugs? Jason really thinks I need to see someone professional about that. Burps? Nasty. I'm a lady. :) Not Noah. He was born for those things.

And then there's Ellie. She LOVES LOVES LOVES my make up. It makes me crazy. When we moved here, Jason put some drawer locks on the drawers. Not all of them. (But that's a story for a different day and title). Needless to say, we still have plenty that need to be installed.

So, Ellie has a strong will. Or actually, she's strong. She busted through the drawer locks and has had free range on my make up. I HATE it! I can't leave her alone for 5 seconds. Don't doubt me. When will I learn to stop buying expensive make up??????

This morning, I was taking care of Carson (or surfing the Internet) and she came down stairs like this. I wish I knew how to take pictures so that it would all show up on the computer. Her face was covered in all sorts of shades and shimmer.

(She is actually posing for the camera. I do not do that. And please note the mascara in her eyebrows. I scrubbed, but my make up means business.)

Her hair only gets done when we are leaving the house. Clearly, today is a stay at home day.