I like to think that sometimes I am a fun mummy. Of course this means that I say no rarely and let Beans get away with things that border on the oops, that’s a bit naughty all the way through to don’t tell your daddy…
My mantra is, mess can be cleaned and dirt can be tolerated. All in the name of fun, y’know? Because I’m a sucker for her smiles and giggles and the big ‘cuggallll‘ I get for being such super fun.
And on a day like today where the wind is blowing and the rain is falling and there’s nowhere we need to be so we can do anything we like to stave off cabin fever or the arrival of the crazies*, what better than to create a bit of silly mess?
Beans is going through a thoroughly enjoyable little phase of picking things up and then refusing to relinquish them. Anything that’s dangerous or perfect swallowing size or both gets prised out of her freakishly strong vicelike grip. As a result she has spent the last few hours carrying around a little tube of eyeshadow and an eyeliner.
Clearly I have bred a child with amazing imagination as in these few hours they were used as phones, spoons, cars and things that go weeeeeeeeeee.
Finally, buying makeup in an effort to try to make myself find the time and inclination to become better groomed and, well, use it every so often has paid off – who knew so much fun could be had?
And then, after cuddles and RaaRaa Beans turned to me and said ‘priteeee?‘ and pointed the make up at my face.
Sure. Go crazy, have fun. For I am fun mummy and I love it when you smile. Just don’t get any on the sofa, it’s grandads.
And so ensued a good thirty minutes of almost spa like pampering and gentle strokes of my face while my baby lavished me with attention and called me pretty lots and lots.
Aaaah, I like being
selfish fun mummy.
And then there was a knock at the door which obviously I had to answer because the delivery guy could see us through the window and I had no excuses and he gave me the oddest look when I swung back the door and smiled.
No idea why. I think she did a good job.