Opportunities Missed

Photo Ops, those were.

As many of you know, I love to have the camera on hand because life passes too quickly, and I can't remember it in my old age. (Sometimes I think I have that backward, and that I should put the camera down because life passes too quickly, and I should be living rather than documenting...it's a constant battle.)

Anyway, to err on the other side, I missed a few opportunities recently:

1) Tutu
Olivia's first piece of dress-up clothing was a purple, garage sale-find tutu. It's too, too big, so the stretched-out elastic is pinned to fit her teeny waist. There are periods when she wants to wear it all day long for several days, and then we don't see it for weeks. A few nights ago, we checked on her before our lights-out and found her all curled up, out cold, snoozing the way only kids can. Over her pink blanket sleeper, she'd pulled up the purple tutu, all the better to spin and chassé into babygirl Dreamland.

2) Lipstick
You know that lipstick I borrowed from Heather for my wedding day, and then "forgot" to give back to her (it was almost gone when she gave it to me, afterall)? Well, it's been almost gone for over 6 years now, but that hasn't convinced me to toss it because sometimes I think I'll buy one of those lipstick brushes and make sure I don't waste any of that discontinued Aveda hue. (That and the fact that I lost it.) So far, though, I haven't bought the brush and haven't gone the route of digging my pinky down into the tube to slather on the last of it. That's what daughters are for, right? Yes! Olivia at your service. Expert lip-stuff finder, finger-digger, and schmearer, front and center. In front of the computer screen, that is, and with an aim that's a little off-center. More than a little off-center, probably, like way off the lips, onto the lids, and the cheeks and the keyboard and the computer screen. No wonder she was so quiet (*alarm bells sound*) over there. Not all quiet is peaceful.

3) Toilet Bowl
We're sooooo proud of her when she uses the big girl potty! She has decided, apparently, that she's such a big girl that she prefers to use the regular toilet over the training potty we have. Unfortunately, she has yet to master some of the finer points of toilet use:
1. Girls don't lift the toilet seat before sitting down.
2. The lid is not a "bahk-pahk" to pull down after you're seated.
3. It's better if you don't fall all the way in so you resemble a napkin being pulled through its ring. "Uck, uck, uck, Ma, uck." You might think that's an appropriate comment to make in such a situation. I would say so, too, but in "Olivvy-ish" that means "stuck," which was also true. Yuck. And up to the emergency bath.

Sadly, because now the childhood photo montage at her wedding will be three slides shorter, I didn't capture any of these moments on film.

What is the world coming to?