She doesn't miss much.

I'm not the kind of Mom gets up in the morning, hops in the shower, get dressed, puts on makeup and has breakfast ready on the table all before the kids are up. No, I'm more of a stumble, bleary eyed out of bed whenever the first kid alerts me that morning has arrived. Then I'm pretty much in my jammies until Maya goes down for a nap. Which I'm not complaining about. I do loves my jammers. So as I have mentioned before if you're going to stop by my place, invited or not, there is a fairly good chance I will be in my PJ's. Deal with it.

Now I think I used to wear makeup. Maybe. At one time. Long ago. Before the children arrived and I had time to myself in the bathroom. I do still have some, so I must have. Abby has a fascination with make up and is always wanting to play make-over. Which I find odd since she's never really seen me use it at all.

So tonight Mike and I had plans to attend my Uncle's surprise 50th birthday party. I figured it's a party I better pull out all the stops. Which these days means swiping on some eyeliner and a touch of mascara 30 seconds before I walk out the door. After applying my "face" Abby requested a hot chocolate from our fancy new hot beverage maker. When it was ready I called her into the kitchen to pick it up. As I handed her the cup she stood staring at me quite quizzically for a moment.



And then, "Mom, I like your eyes."