Gettin' Pretty

We were convinced for the longest time that Ten was destined to be a tomboy. The fact that she runs jumps and climbs on everything, coupled with her lack of fear and willingness to bulldoze anyone who gets in her way led us to believe that she was going to be a jeans-tees-tennies kind of girl. Then again, maybe not.

It turns out that she loves to get her hair cut. She's not so hip on the washing & blowdrying, but the cutting & brushing rate highly.

She loves to watch me put on my make-up and always wants some. She now has her own lip balm and set of make-up brushes, which according to LaFred are evil and should be killed. This just sends Ten into hysterics seeing LaFred take off with her blush brush hanging out of her mouth.

Dresses have become popular too. She's obsessed with her "Chinese dress" from Chinese New Year and wants to wear it everywhere. Most any dress will do, but that one holds special appeal because I won't let her wear it often for fear that people will think we're freaks who only dress our kid in qi paos.

Tonight I decided to tempt fate and take Ten to one of the major girl rituals- the pedicure. I have avoided this because Tenley generally refuses to sit still for anything, and I certainly can't get up and chase her around the salon if I'm trying to get my nails painted. But today, Auntie Meg (who bravely took Tenley to Disneyland by herself this morning) informed me that I had "scary long caveman toenails" and that I needed to do something about it poste haste. So I asked Tenley if she wanted to get her toes painted and she said yes. Miracle of miracles, she sat still for hers and mine.

I let her pick whatever polish she wanted and she chose gold glitter. The nice nail lady put flowers on her big toes, which I'm trying to explain that you don't scratch off.

I may have opened Pandora's Box. We'll have to see. She may want a facial next week.