She Nailed It

Did you hear that?

The sound of footsteps exiting the room. The sounds of the last few people who had previously hung on to the hope that this hadn't turned into another Mum blogging about her toddler...

Yes, it's Miss Ky again, gracing the pages of another PSF. What can I say, she just happens to be with me during all of my waking hours.
Most of that time I don't mind have a mini-girlfriend hanging around, but there are moments I wonder if my time could be spent more productively.
Between the eight times we celebrate the toilet and hand washing events, we lay out feasts of graham crackers and baby bell cheeses and dance to the Ting Tings.

Sometimes we do girly things
like fingernails.

I burned my soapbox against those ridiculous mothers painting 3 year-old's nails when Miss Ky began chewing her tiny little fingernails.
I now use polish as an incentive, "We don't want to bite our nails and ruin the pretty, do we?"


So today, after clipping off the remainder of a painfully low bitten nail, I suggested we polish. She's amazingly patient waiting for it to dry and always very proud of her chubby little hands.

Silly me thought I could do the dishes while leaving her with Bambii for a few minutes...
Sillier me thought she was satisfied with my paint job...
apparently not.



That is NOT my polishing job (just to be clear) and yes, my daughter does dress herself, why do you ask?

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