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Spitfire and I spent the weekend solidifying our status as favorite Aunties ever. We watched the kiddies on Friday night while Jenny & Ed had a much needed evening away.
I really liked the part where Savvy kept coming up with reasons to get out of bed and tell me important things.
"I need a new band-aid on my foot."
5 minutes later:
"My mom bought me these band-aids."
3 minutes later:
"These band-aids came from Target."
That's when I drugged her and locked her in the bedroom.
Saturday morning we took them to the Bean Life Science Museum, where Savvy discovered her Inner Bravery and petted a real live big ol' snake. I was kind of surprised she did it. Must have been the last of the drugs.
Then we took them to Burger Supreme where they drank ketchup with a side of french fries.
I'm going to miss Savannah's birthday, on account of I'll be lounging on the beach in Hawaii at the time. Which, yeah, I'm pretty broken up about that. But I told her I would take her on a date and asked what she wanted to do. She said she wanted to go to the mall and have the ladies there put makeup on her. And then go to the Disney store, since that's at the mall too. She's a sly one, she is.
So in my ongoing efforts to turn Savvy into a pageant girl, I took her for a special makeover at the MAC counter and then followed her around while she tried on shoes and jewelry in Nordstrom. She also twirled in the aisle and carried on serious, lovingful conversations with the store mannequins. Jenny thinks this may be to do with that Fidelity video by Regina Spektor, which is a favorite at their house.
The makeover was funny, even if it likely got me disowned by Grandpa. I asked the MAC girl if she could take a minute to do just a tiny bit of makeup on Savvy, because it's her birthday and that's what she asked for.
The MAC girl asked, "Like some pink eye shadow, lip gloss, stuff like that?"
I said yes, thinking she meant the pearly, barely-there type of stuff, which is what I put on Savvy when I'm doing my own makeup and she demands a turn. Turns out she thought I meant hot pink, which is what Savvy got. Which kind of made my eyes bulge as I tried to figure out how to get that toned down lest people think I really did want to follow in the Ramsey Family footsteps. But the girl was so sweet with Savvy. After applying the eye shadow, blush, and tinted lip gloss, she told us to wait while she got a mirror. She came back with the mirror but also with a teeny sample pot with a bit of the sparkly pink eye shadow for Savvy to take home and show to her father the next time she wants him to have a heart attack and die.
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9 comments:
I wish we had done this more when you were little! So fun.
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It's okay, mom. You give me free makeup now which is also very nice. I was realizing that some people might read this and wonder what kind of crack I'm smoking, taking a little girl to a makeup counter. But I figure it's fine because a) she's not my kid, and b) to her it's just a rare dress-up type occurrence. Also c) she's not a spoiled brat.
Oh, my little girl would think you were the best Auntie ever and would spend the rest of the week calling you on the phone at random times. This is a good idea for a fun little afternoon out.
I think that you should hold classes to teach other aunties The Secrets Of Being The Awesomest Auntie Ever.
Because some just don't know.
And though the little girl pageant thing is downright terrifying, make-up on a birthday outing is just great fun.
I think it's safe to assume Savannah will never be a pageant child. You forgot to tell about how she got on the webcam to show her grandparents and her grandpa told her she wasn't old enough to wear makeup and she said she thought she was. Heh.
Thanks for taking her out and for watching the kids.
You are awesome! This is the sweetest story. Do you want to be an adoptive aunt to my Little Miss?
Best. Aunt. Ever!
I love it when those make-up girls set the gun for "whore" even if the subject is a CHILD. And they wear those lab coats, like they have PhD's in biochemistry or something. I wish I had an Aunt Nem.
To be fair, my experience with 4 younger sisters is that they REALLY want to SEE the makeup when they're young. Apparently it doesn't count unless it's at least stage-level potency.
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