Mascara: 3,743,275 Mo: 1, but this is a last goal wins type game.

Since I got a shout out on my BFF BNJ's blog yesterday, I feel bold enough to share my latest fashion discovery here. 

I exclusively use non-waterproof mascara because it drives me bonkers how difficult it is get mascara (of all kinds) off my lashes. Is it just me or does the mascara stick to your lashes too and only release its death grip over several days of making your under eyes look like they are chimney sweeps? Just me? I hope so for your sake.

I only wear makeup to work (or if Adam and I go out somewhere nice on the weekends, but that hasn't happened more than once since Eleanor) because as much as I think it makes my face look better and more mature and I don't mind putting it on, I HATE removing it. (Or not removing the mascara as the case is.)

I've tried various makeup wipes and removers ranging from cheapest to slightly expensive because this drives me so crazy. I especially hate the oily removers which don't seem to remove anything, but I can feel my pores slamming shut as I grab the bottle off the shelf. 

However, you know what works? Huggies Natural Care Baby Wipes. Thank you Eleanor. One wipe to swipe my eyes, then wash my face with some Dial and a little extra swipe beneath my eyes post face wash and I look like a human the following morning. 

Singing for the Sand Man

I know she's not always going to need me like this. And that's both comforting and heart breaking. Someday she's going to have wants that I can't or won't meet, but for now she only had needs and I can fulfill those needs in ways that no one else can.

I enjoy swaying her to sleep at night and the feeling of her big baby head pressed against my shoulder. I love the evenness of her breathing when she has finally succumbed to the Sand Man.

She is the only person in the world who takes pleasure in my singing. However, for as tone deaf as I am, I've always been a decent dancer. I guess I feel music better than I hear it and she enjoys dancing with me to church songs and Edelweiss, one I remember my mom singing to us as kids too.

Someday she is going to realize I can't sing and want to read before bed and put herself to sleep, so I will cherish these moments and her quiet breath on my chest.

Good night, sweet baby. I love you.