Spring Cleaning & Nail Fun

Last week we decided to take our spring break. I had planned to do a thorough cleaning job which included going through boxes in crawl spaces, organizing closets, scrubbing floors and more. The cleaning event started on Sunday, and I was off to a great start. My closet was first on the list. This is because every time I have something I would like to save—the kids’ art work, magazines, letters, or some other thing I think I might need some day—my closet is the dumping ground. It’s a walk-in closet, which leaves that much more space to clutter. As I was sifting through papers and old shoe boxes filled with toy parts and other junk, I found a bag of fake press on nails. They came with a Christmas gift Ava received a couple years ago; I had put them away for when she was a little older. She happened to be sitting with me in the closet going through all the goodies and saw them. This sparked her interest, and soon my cleaning was put aside. I assumed my nail technician role and began to apply the nails on her. I couldn’t help it. It was a little exciting for me. When I was her age, I remember having my own fake nails: painted gaudy blue with snowflakes in the center. It was always fun until I realized I couldn’t do much of anything while wearing them. Ava was so proud and felt like a grown-up. After I finished with her, I quickly cleaned up the closet and decided I had all week to finish the rest. I took a couple pictures of Ava with her fancy nails and clip on earrings.

After 20 min., she found (just as I had) that they were a little annoying and took them off. As for the big spring cleaning event, it didn't happen. Ava ended up with the flu a couple days later, so I was consumed with that for most of the week. I'm happy that my closet is clean though: something is better than nothing.

Here is a picture of Drake that I took the same night as Ava's short-lived press on nail experience. He didn't have any fake nails or clip-on earrings to model, so we settled for this. ;-) I think he looks like a pirate with his one eye half shut.