Reverse Psychology

***Disclaimer: My children are not perfect and I certainly make my share of parenting mistakes. This post is an example of both.

Nate and I tried a bit of reverse psychology on the girls tonight and think it might be working!

The problem: Potty words being used way too much.

Now, I'm thankful that our girls haven't ventured into the world of cuss words quite yet, but I am beginning to worry that my kids are using their potty words in front of other adults, say like their teachers or babysitters. I'm even afraid that they'll break out in the "Underwear Hula" at the children's message in front of the whole church. The "Underwear Hula" is not a potty word, per say, but a lovely dance that they made up when they are, of course, in their underwear. And please don't think that my kids run around naked all day, but they are always changing into some dress up outfit or changing their clothes a million times a day, which leaves a lot of room for the "Underwear Hula."

Back to the potty words . . . words like poo poo and booty butt are becoming, unfortunately, more and more common among the girls. It has gotten to the point where I have told them that for every time they use a potty word, they will have to go to bed ten minutes earlier. That worked for about ten seconds.

Smartie pants Abby came up with a way to get around that. All of the sudden, I heard in a high pitched voice, "booty butt, booty butt . . . . (and then in a hushed, scolding tone) Dee Dee (Abby's little bear), no no! You will have to go to bed ten minutes earlier if you say that again." And then she looks at us and smiles this devious little smile. I, of course, had to look away because I almost busted out laughing:)

This continued for a few days and it obviously wasn't working. Dee Dee was saying these potty words too many times and Abby didn't seem to care that if Dee Dee said those words that Abby would have to take her punishment.

So, I tried reverse psychology on them. I told them that saying booty butt and poo poo was okay and that tushy was a bad, bad word. I'm trying to trick them into not saying the potty words anymore and using a non-offensive word (which they think it offensive) instead. Every time we catch them saying tushy, we act like it's a big no no.

So far it seems to be working . . . we'll see if Dee Dee busts out with any real potty words in the next few days:)

A Perfectly Purple Third Birthday!

Today is Abby's third birthday and yesterday we had a purple party for her. It was fun to have some of her friends to help celebrate! Being three, means that Abby got to go to Sunday School with Jenna today. She was so excited to walk in with her offering in hand! When someone said happy birthday to her today, she would jump up and down, wave her hands, and say "thank you, thank you!" So cute!

Happy birthday to my sweet Abby!

Cake Anxiety

Abby's third birthday is on Sunday and we are celebrating with a party for her on Saturday. I originally was not going to have a party for her with her little friends--I was just going to do something small with the four of us. Then a few weeks ago, Abby kept asking me if her friends could come to her birthday party. How could I say no ?!? So . . . .I planned a small little party and invited the kids that she sees on a regular basis. When asked what kind of party she wanted, Abby said, "I want a purple party!" So a purple party it is:)

I also decided that I was going to go all domestic and MAKE her cake.

Now to many of you, this is not a huge deal. But I have never made a cake. I always buy them. But this time, I am going to make the cake and I am having lots of anxiety over this. What if I can't get the frosting to go on right or what if I can't get the perfect shade of purple for her cake?
Or what if the cake is lopsided? Or what if I royally mess up the little decorations that I am going to attempt to do?

In an attempt to curb my anxiety with this cake business, I bought way more supplies than I need, just in case I mess up. I probably only need one frosting mix, but I bought four. And I probably only need one cake mix, but I bought two.

I'll let you know how it all goes:)

Annual Jenna & Abby Pictures

Jenna-5, Abby-3. The pictures are low resolution because they are from the photographer. Enjoy!

Loving Well

This past weekend was our annual women's retreat for our church, and it was one of the best and hardest weekends I've had in a very long time. Our weekend was based on Beth Moore's Loving Well video series, and it was awesome. Let me first tell you that I LOVE LOVE LOVE Beth Moore---more specifically I love how she loves Jesus and women. But I secretly love her clothes, her big Texas hair, and her accent. I love that she lives in Houston, one of my favorite places ever, and I love that she has the ability to teach God's Word with such clarity and insight. She's hilarious and real, and I am glad to have spent a weekend learning how to "love well."

She talked about four different kinds of people. 1. Joy--People who are a joy to love. 2. Testy--People who are difficult to love. God tends to use these people to test our own maturity, working out what is self-centered about ourselves. 3. Foes--People who are your enemies, people whom you might hate. 4. Far--People we don't know.

Here are a few things that I learned this weekend:

* I am guilty of loving too wide and not deep enough with certain people.

* God measures maturity by how we love.

* We will not love well until we feel well loved.

* Love is God's Godness. It's not an emotion for him, it's who He is.

* Perfect love is not hampered by insecurity or anxiety.

* I love because I am loved by God, not because I want to be loved.

* God doesn't call us to blind love . . . we are to love with insight.

* We will never be more Christ like if we love those who don't love us.

* God is perfect love.

* Nothing can separate me from God's perfect love.

* God pours His perfect love into my imperfect heart.

* Accessed, I can love anyone through anything. (This is a big one for me.)

One of the best parts of the weekend was that I got to spend it with my girlfriends. God has given me a group of friends who are Godly, smart, hilarious, and loving. And I am thankful for them.

During our free time, we spent the afternoon in Santa Cruz on the rocks by the ocean. In the picture are Jessica, Megan, Michelle, Lorraine, Julie, and me.

Asthma or Post Nasal Drip?

. . . are the two answers from two different doctors about the uncontrollable coughing we've been experiencing with Abby. But before I tell you about that, these pictures are of Abby this week. I cannot tell you exactly when these were taken this past week because she ALWAYS wears this Rapunzel dress up. Always. As soon as she gets home from the sitter in the morning, she automatically puts this on. We walk in the front door and in a matter of seconds, she is naked and trying to get this on as fast as she can.

Notice, the red around Abby's mouth? When she gets a cold, she gets red, chapped skin, which can't feel very good for her.

Here's the health craziness that has been going on in our house over the past week. Abby has always had trouble with uncontrollable coughing when she gets a cold, especially at night. This started when she was three months old. I remember taking her to her pediatrician after three nights of sleeplessness. Abby had been up coughing all night. Seriously . . . ALL NIGHT. She was so little and I was so worried about her because she just wouldn't stop. I'm talking like coughing every 20-45 seconds all night. I stayed with her in her room and was so exhausted. I had no idea what was going on with her, but I knew that it wasn't normal for a three month old to cough like that. The odd thing was that she didn't cough during the day, and I was confused. So I went to my pediatrician, looking for answers. She had a little cold, but nothing that would cause this craziness. I remember going into the pediatrician's office wearing my glasses and thinking that everyone must be looking at me because I felt so out of sorts. I had been up for nearly three days! I was desperate for an answer. After evaluating her (remember she didn't cough during the day) he looked right in my eyes and told me that I was a paranoid mother and that I had a perfectly healthy child. He also added that he didn't have time to see well children like mine just to put mommy's minds at ease. :) After giving him a piece of my sleep deprived mommy mind, he mentioned that this could be an indication that Abby would deal with asthma in the future. I "fired" him right away, wrote a letter of complaint, and found a new wonderful doctor for the girls.

Abby always coughs at night with colds, and in the past year, she has had those same coughing fits when she runs or plays. I've had several people tell me that she could have asthma, but I thought that she might just react poorly to colds (since I'm a paranoid, overreacting mother, you know). But a few weeks ago, it was clear to me that she was having trouble breathing. I called the doctor when I couldn't even take her to the park because she coughed so hard after running around for thirty seconds.

Dr. Yen, our new lovely doctor, diagnosed her right away with viral infection/exercise induced intermittent asthma. She put Abby on an inhaler, and life has been much easier in the week that she's been on it. Dr. Yen also referred us to an allergist to see if allergies were possibly triggering her asthma.

Having Abby tested for allergies was, quite possibly, the hardest thing I've had to have her subjected to. She had a six pronged device dug into her back to test for allergies. While the nurse was digging this into her back, she was looking at me, screaming, undoubtedly wondering how I could let that happen. Meanwhile, Jenna was crouched in the corner of the room wiht her hands over her head, sobbing, because she couldn't take the fact that Abby was in so much pain.

In the end, she doesn't have allergies and the allergist refused to tell me that Abby has asthma. Instead, she insisted that Abby just has a hard time with post-nasal drip.

Whatever. I choose not to go with that diagnosis. Dr. Yen knows Abby and the inhalers are helping. So whatever. And boooooooooo to the allergist and while I'm at it, I'll send some boos to her first pediatrician too.

In order to get Abby to take her medicine and inhalers, Nate has turned into Dr. Daddy. See the picture below. :) He has an Elmo stethescope, an Elmo thermometer, a Hannah Montana type microphone headset, and some kind of kitchen utensil that magically turns him into Dr. Daddy. Thank goodness for Dr. Daddy because he can get Abby to take any medicine--she just needs a few giggles first:)

Fun to Fun

. . . that's how all the T-Ball games will end. There are no outs, no score, and all the girls get to hit every inning. It's really a great introduction to team sports and turned out to be a whole lot of fun for us as a family this morning.

So today was Jenna's first T-Ball game. Our team, the Royal Highnesses, played the Wildcats. It was quite amusing to watch girls who have little to know knowledge of how to play T-Ball get out there and play the game. Several girls ran from first to third, completely bypassing second. When a ball was hit, half the team would go for it, resulting in a big pile of blue on top of the ball. But the best was when a girl from the other team fielded a ball for us and threw one of her own teammates out!

It's all in good fun and a riot to watch these little girls play for the first time:)

The Royal Highnesses T-Ball Team

Jenna's first at bat!

A team huddle.

Three Minutes

I have tried to put all the play makeup far out of the reach of my little Abby, but she found it today. In no more than three minutes, she managed to make her face up so nicely! I was upstairs on the phone and after I was done only heard silence. Silence and Abby are always a messy combination!

Our First T-Ball Practice

How cute is the helmet and bat?

Matt and Nate teaching the girls to catch the ball with alligator arms

Coaches. Matt probably didn't know that it was a vicarage requirement that he coach T-Ball for his supervisor's kid's team:) Just kidding!

Ash Wednesday

These sweet pictures were taken when Jenna was just two months old on her first Ash Wednesday. Today, we mark the beginning of Lent and tonight, I will brave the 7pm church service that has never been a successful experience.

I've tried to take the girls to the Advent and Lenten services over the past few years, and every time I leave incredibly frustrated and a little bit embarassed. You see, these services are at 7pm, which is a half an hour before their bedtimes. And my kids are usually the only kids in the service. Most other parents don't even consider bringing their kids to church on a school night. I completely boycotted Advent this year, and most of the Lenten services last year.

So, I am going to take the girls tonight, because I want them to experience Ash Wednesday. (And I also want to go:) ) I'm particularly excited about Nate's sermon series for Lent. He bought over 500 copies of The Shack and is having the congregation read the book. His sermons will then relate to certain aspects of the book. It's a tad bit risky, but good and I'm really looking forward to it.

I am going to heavily rely on crayons, coloring books, snacks, and my good friend Megan to help get the girls through the service without embarrassing ourselves, knowing that a nice glass of wine will be waiting for me when I get home!

The California Budget

California finally passed its state budget and every single person will feel the sting of the budget cuts that were made. Our sales tax is going up, the amount we can claim for dependents has been drastically reduced, and worst of all . . . it's going to cost us almost double to register our cars in California (and I thought it was already expensive). But the most difficult cuts (in my opinion) were made in public education.

I teach in a public school . . . not in the K-12, but in the adult school. These do not exist in most states, but they are schools that really have an impact on the community they serve. Our particular adult school offers all kinds of classes, but mostly we serve the immigrant community by offering ESL classes. I teach the GED preparation class, helping to prepare people to earn their GED and go on to get better jobs or higher education.

In the past few weeks, we have seen a dramatic increase in our enrollment because people are losing their jobs and need GEDs or better language skills to get a new job. In our particular school, we have taken a 15% cut this week. And next year another 5% will be cut from our budget. This means that several people have lost their jobs, me not being one of them (thank God!) But it also means that the filtered water that's available to the staff is gone. It means that once the copier paper is gone, it is gone. We will have to buy our own paper. It also means that if I need staples or dry erase markers, I can only hope that there are some left in the supply closet, because there will be no more purchasing for the rest of the year.

So I am thankful to still have a job and am serving the people of our community, but it's not a pretty picture for many in California.

Pieces of My Week

I am home this week from work. It's apparently President's Day Week. I've never heard of a whole week devoted to that, but I'll take what I can get! I LOVE working part-time because it is a good balance for me, but I've really enjoyed this week at home. I have cleaned out our whole office, played with the girls a lot, and cooked some good dinners. It's nice for a break every once in a while.

Here are a few random things that have happened this week.

1. For three days now, Abby has been persistent about drawing on her left leg with a pen. I am not exactly sure where this came from, but every time I wash it off, she does it again. She keeps telling me that "T.J. will love it!" T.J. is a little boy who goes to our church and to the same babysitter with Abby in the mornings. I think she has a crush on him:) She is saving her leg drawing so that she can show it to him:)

2. I have an appointment for the girls to have their yearly pictures taken tomorrow. I have to cancel it, though, because Abby has a mysterious scratch accross her right cheek. Seriously . . . I have no idea how it happened and wish she would have waited a few days to get the scratch. I hate rescheduling things. Hopefully, it'll be gone by next Saturday.

3. I got to meet all the Kindergarten teachers at Jenna's school for next year. I'm very excited about her being in Kindergarten and think she will thrive there.

4. Jenna will be playing T-Ball in the area league this spring. She's on a little girls' team, ages 4-6. Guess who is their coach? Yep . . . Nate. Oh, and he roped the our vicar (student pastor) into coaching as well. Nate is super excited and already has his practices planned out. First, his goal is to get them to run around the bases the correct way. Next, he wants them to know that they always have to throw the ball to first. And lastly, he wants to teach his girls what tagging up means. He says that he never wants his kid to not know what it means to tag up. I think this is a little lofty for 4-6 year old girls, but it will be so fun! I will be impressed if they can hit the ball and run the right way around the bases. I love that he's coaching and that he is so excited. Their team name is the Royal Highnesses. Very cute!

5. Jenna is in a weekly dance class. There's 6 other little girls in the class and I've had fun getting to know the other moms who hang out outside the studio window during the class. We all get along and have gotten to be friends, but there is this one lady who I am pretty sure thinks I am an idiot. And I think it's because I am different from her. Different culture and different socioeconomic class. That's all I'll say about that . . . but I don't think it's because of any problem we've had with each other, because I really like her or did like her untilt his week. It's just that I don't make the same decisions she does. Here's what happened this week at dance class.

* I walked into class with a reuasable plastic water bottle. I thought I'd drink some water while we were waiting for the kids. She immediately asked me if I thought it was safe to drink out of the plastic bottle. It caught me off guard, so I had to ask her what she was talking about. She said that it's not safe to drink out of plastic due to chemicals in them. Now, I know that it's not safe to heat up plastic in a microwave with food in it, but I wasn't aware that all plastic was unsafe. Hmmmm . . . .

* Every week, this mother tells me that Abby should be in the class because she dances in the hallway and seems to follow along with the girls from the window. And every week, I tell her that the two year old class is on Saturdays and that doesn't work for us. The real reason is that I am not willing to pay for Abby to be in dancing. She would love it, but she'll get to do something like this next year. We just can't do it now.

* About ten minutes later, this mother tells me again that I need to sign her up for dance and asks why I won't do it.

* I was sitting on the floor with Abby, and we were practicing counting her fingers. Abby is just learning to count things (which I think is pretty normal). And Abby wasn't getting all the numbers right. After three, everything became two or six. I thought it was cute, but this particular mother told me that her daughter, who is about six months older than Abby, can already count to 20. Well good for her . . . I am in no rush to push my kids into academics they aren't ready for.

* The last activity for dance class is always freeze dance. This mother walked up to Abby and told her to go join the other girls because she could tell that she wanted to dance too. I simply looked at this mother, said nothing, and picked Abby up. There was no way I was going to send Abby into a class that she wasn't registered for.

* And last, but not least, right as we were leaving, she looked at the scar on Abby's head (remember the jumping on the bed/emergency room incident?) and told me that I should be putting lotion on her head so it doesn't scar. I nicely (although by this point, I think she was getting the point that I was ticked) told her that we have special cream that we put on twice a day.

Now, if it were appropriate in any way shape or form to kick this lady in the shins, I would have. But that would be awful and not very nice of me. But if she treats me like I'm an idiot again, I might have to tell her that I would appreciate her keeping her opinions to herself. But I think that I will really want to kick her:)

Trip To The Snow

It's crazy to me that we have to drive to the snow, but it's also kind of nice that we can pick and choose when we want to brave the freezing temps and mounds of snow! We took a mini-vacation this past weekend to the snow, which was about 20 miles west of Yosemite. It was the girls' first real experience in the snow, and they had a blast! When we got there, snow was on the ground, but it was quickly melting. We took advantage of what we could, but then decided to venture out to Yosemite to find more snow. Unfortunately, after getting about five miles up the highway, we ran into a huge snowstorm and had to turn around. However, we did find a little park to stop for a while to let the girls play. It was nice to be around snow again:)

so happy to be in the snow!

learning to make snow angels!

cute Abby!

Jenna sledding

their very first snowman:)

a beautiful snowy road

I Hate To Tell You This . . .

but that's not blonde hair, it's gray:(

So I went to see Bruce, my hairdresser, today for a haircut. It's the first time I've been back since he convinced me to put a darker color in my hair to even things out. And might I remind you all that I was mortified and hated the dark color until it lightened up enough to look okay. Now, it is blending well with my real hair color that is growing in (which I've never really seen before).

We were talking about what to do with my hair and here's how our conversation went.

Me: See Bruce? See the top of my head? The hair is coming in a little bit blonder, but still matching pretty well.

Bruce: Silence

Me: What? Don't you agree?

Bruce: Well . . . I wasn't going to tell you this, but that's not blonde. That's gray hair . . .

Me: I can feel the color drain from my face as I try to not show the horror I am feeling.

Me: So what do we do about this gray hair?

Bruce: Nothing. You don't have a lot, but if it really bothers you later, we'll put some color up there.

GRAY HAIR! Seriously. I am 32. I expected gray hair, but not yet. I don't know exactly why this bothers me so much. I was cool with turning 30. I've accepted the stretch marks and repositioning of body fat that comes with having babies. I even really love my mini-van. I have been okay with my age and all that comes with it---until the gray hair incident.

This is so disappointing, because after years of highlighting my hair, I was excited to let it grow out and have "natural" hair for a while. But I don't think I want this "natural" hair now. Do I color it for the rest of my life or let it grow in and deal with it? I hate the idea of having to color it forever and I hate the fact that I am feeling vain about this whole gray hair thing.

If any of you out there have this problem and have found a good solution, I'd appreciate suggestions:)

A Going Away Gift

I am going to a pastor's wives retreat this weekend. Yes, you heard me right, a pastor's wives retreat. I have never gone to one of these and I'm not sure I would have ever been interested in something like this until recently. I just never thought I needed to go. I never saw the benefit of spending time with other pastor's wives (whom I don't know) but now crave their insight, wisdom, and experience. I am no pastor's wife model, and I hope to learn from the women I meet this weekend. Oh, and I get to go with our student pastor's wife, Megan. We have become good friends this year and I am looking forward to a weekend with her.

In honor of my leaving, Jenna drew me this precious picture. I love seeing her art progress and seeing new little details that show up . . . like the eyelashes and the dot in the flower and the blue line for a sky. Notice the red hair? In case you are wondering if it's a picture of me or Jenna, look at the red hair:)

A Boycott

I am officially boycotting the 25 Random Things About Me on Facebook.

Yes, I was one of those people who posted 25 Random Things About Me, but in the end, I wish I hadn't. After reading a few people's notes, I thought about doing my own, but kept saying to myself . . . no, all 300 of your friends on Facebook don't need or want to know that you used to call yourself Skeeter the cat as a child. I felt incredibly narcissistic doing it, but in a moment of weakness published my note. Soon after, I deleted it from my account entirely.

It's really a harmless, fun little activity on Facebook, but in the last few days I have seen similar notes being written--several about names. And I feel like so much of my Facebook feed is now filling up with these notes that I try not to indulge in. I like connecting with old friends, reading statuses and looking at pictures, but really, how MUCH do I really need to know about all 300 people on my friend list?

Now . . . I'm not condemning anyone for posting these notes because #1 I wrote one and #2 I read lots of them. I just feel like Facebook has become even more voyeuristic than it already is. And I just wish that I hadn't convinced myself that everyone needed to know 25 Random Things About Me.

Where's Dr. Shuta When You Need Him?

Dr. Shuta was our theology/doctrine professor at Concordia who was incredibly smart and knowlegable about Lutheran doctrine, but a bit on the quirky side. I'm not sure he would have the ability to explain anything to a five year old given that he could never number the pages of his "book," but I thought back to my Doctrine days for some reason today when Jenna started asking questions about God.

We were in the car (of course, that's where all the good convos happen) and all of the sudden she said, "Mommy, I really love to learn about God and everything around us. I just want to learn more all the time. (This is such a good sign for us!) She goes on to say . . . "But I just don't get how God can be God and Jesus at the same time and that Jesus is God's son, but that must mean that God is Jesus's son, and I just don't get that."

So I am sitting in the car thinking about the fact that my five year old basically just asked me about the Trinity. How can I explain a topic that I can't get my brain around sometimes to a five year old? But how cool is it that she was asking that question?

She's at a great Christian preschool and I have loved every second of her time there. She has wonderful teachers who have inspired questions like this from her. I also love when she comes home and says stuff like, "Hey Mommy! Did you know that Joseph's brothers sold him and that he still loves them after all of that? I would never sell Abby:)" I just love when I can see her love and knowledge of God grow.

The above pictures really have nothing to do with the story, but I took them yesterday and thought I'd post them. They are getting so big . . .

Mr. Starfish

Getting the kids ready in the morning is a team effort in our house. My job is to help the girls get dressed, brush their teeth, and brush their hair. I hunt down shoes, make sure the girls have coats on and do the morning drop off before I head to work. Nate's job is to wake them up and get breakfast ready for everyone. It works quite well and I love that Nate loves to be a part of the routine.

A few weeks ago, Nate's method of waking the girls up changed. Usually, he goes in and gently wakes them up. I think that stopped working, so he had to resort to an alternative method. And of course, this new way is hilarious!

Nate uses the starfish stuffed animal and to wake the girls up. His name is Mr. Starfish. He's pink and his voice sounds just like the chef from South Park. The waking up usually goes something like this:

Nate: (in the South Park chef voice) Well good morning Miss Abby. It's time to wake up and get our clothes on today.

Abby: Ignores Nate as long as she can.

Nate: Miss Abby, Miss Abby--It's time to wake up! If you don't wake up, I'll have to jump on you.

Abby: Kicks Mr. Starfish and giggles

Nate: Oh, I don't like it when you kick me Abby. How about I jump on your back so you wake up? (Mr. Starfish jumps on her back and then proceeds to cough and choke because jumping on Abby's back apparently causes this reaction for him.)

Abby: Continues to try to kick Mr. Starfish and giggles

Nate: Well, it's time for me to go. See you tomorrow morning Miss Abby!

By this time, Abby is rolling in laughter and she is ready for her day! And I am grateful for a husband with a sense of humor.

Leaf & Strawberry

I love these pictures because they so accurately portray Jenna and Abby's personalities here. See the mischievous little grin on Abby? It says so much to me . . . It says, "I am going to wait until you can't hear or see me to jump on the bed" or "I can reach anything I want in the pantry. I especially know how to find any chocolate that Mommy tries to hide up high" or "I am going to take whatever toy Jenna is playing with and run as fast as I can and hide where she can't get it." That's my little Abby.

This next picture also says a lot . . . "I am mad because I didn't get my way and I won't smile for you . . . ever!" I eventually got Jenna to smile. See above picture:)

This post really isn't about the pictures of the girls, although they say so much about each of them. Instead, it's about a game the girls play called "Leaf & Strawberry." It all started on Sunday when I bought the girls these new spring dresses. The weather isn't warm enough to wear the dresses, but they love to play in them inside. The first time, they put on the dresses, Jenna named Abby "Leaf" and herself "Strawberry." Of course, their names coincide with the colors of their dresses.

Now, I really don't know how one plays "Leaf & Strawberry." I can't figure out what they actually do, except I know it's a bit of a cross between school and acting like horses. I just think it's funny to hear them say, "Come on Abby, let's play Leaf and Strawberry!"

Oh, the imaginations:)

Sometimes I wish I had a brain in my head . . .

because yesterday, I did two stupid things without realizing them until after the fact.

Stupid thing #1--I wore heart shaped earring stickers to school all day without realizing it until I got home. Jenna got them for her birthday and I agreed to wear them yesterday before work, thinking that I'd surely remember to take them off. Of course, I didn't. I wonder how many students noticed my lovely earrings????

Stupid thing #2--And this relates to stupid thing #1. The heart shaped earrings came in a little girl makeup princess kit that Jenna got for her birthday. I played "beauty parlor" with the girls yesterday afternoon and forgot to take off the lovely bright pink makeup before taking Jenna to dance class. You might be thinking to yourself . . . well, that's not that bad. Well . . . she put the bright pink sticky makeup on my forehead too! So I went to dance class and socialized with the other moms with bright pink spots on my cheeks, eyelids, and forehead. I'm sure the other parents noticed . . . I'm just thankful that they didn't say anything to me:)