Those of you who see my Facebook status regularly know that Emerson learned about massages yesterday. She witnessed me massaging my own back. She asked "what's wrong, mum?" I told her that my back hurt and that I "needed a massage." A few minutes later, she was rubbing her back, saying "we need massages, my back hurts."
Well that was yesterday...
Today, I went into work. After getting myself ready, I gave Zoe her meds, made breakfast for Emerson and pulled my pumping parts together for a day at the office. I should've known Emerson was up to no good after several minutes of silence. I'd left her in my bathroom and told her I was going to make her a bagel.
A few minutes later, after far too much down time, I summoned her to the kitchen.
Emmy came trotting down the hallway, head held high.
"Honey, what is on your face?"
"Make-up, mum! Make-up!"
Upon closer look, it appears Emmy mistook mascara for lipgloss.
Great, massages and make-up. I've created a monster!
8 Months Old!
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