Just about every time we're at the store (which is pretty often), Chloe begs me for some fake nails. They have all kinds, and she just gets, well, giddy over them- all the sparkles, flowers, etc. I've never wanted to buy them, because, really? Are we at the I want fake nails stage already??
I guess we are.
But they are princess ones, so that makes me a little less sad about it.
I think I better note that she wore them for all of 1 hour. She quickly realized that she couldn't do much with those things on-other than hold her hands out very daintily :)
I can't get over how much she's grown up in the last few months. She's into nails, hair, taking pictures, jewelry (well, she's always been into jewelry), pink Nintendo DS (she desperately wants one for her birthday), bigger-kid TV shows (iCarly & Fresh Beat Band to be exact).
AND...
Yesterday she told me she wants her own iPod. A pink one.
In other news...
Yesterday morning after I took Chloe to cheer, I came home to wax the car (because apparantly I scratched it at the carwash last week). We left the car battery on so Portie could listen to Imma Be (4 times in a row!), and my neighbor walked over to talk for a bit. We talked for close to an hour-cheer, swimming, piano lessons, going to seeing a movie after lunch, etc--the car battery on the whole time! When it was time to pick up Chloe and drop off Porter, the poor battery was dead! So I walked back over to her house and asked if she could jump us. I parked in the middle of the garage (so she couldn't pull in), and I had to push the Tahoe out and hurry and jump in and push the brakes before it ran away down our driveway. Anyway...we got it jumped, we were a little late for gym and picking up Chloe, and I felt really dumb. Go me!!
