Sunday, we tried a trial run of hair curling. It was a bust, but Mom sent some great tips, so we’ll try it again.
Today, we gave makeup a trial run. Carter loved every minute of the pampering, and she went from 3 to 17! Lock up your boys, Mom’s!
So the eyebrow liner and poor lighting don’t do her justice, but …
How sweet is that little face?! “Yes, Carter, Mommy will buy you that Lexus!”
Carter and I picked out a fun t-ball set (since she’s just missed the BlastBall age this year!), and we broke it out this afternoon to play.
I taught her how to hold the bat (I think she’s a lefty like Uncle Corey when it comes to batting!), how to whack at the ball and how to run to “first base,” or the porch. All was good until I blasted the ball into the lot next to us. She wasn’t running after it for anything!
I guess she’ll just be offense!
Batter up! She even got the “bat tap to the plate” thing down!