Wednesday mornings are my “Chanelle Morning”.  Charlie is at pre-school and Chanelle and I spend the morning doing, well, whatever.  We had a fun one today. 

I often refer to Chanelle as “my little contradiction”.  She has quite the tom-boy side to her.  She loves to get her hands dirty, play outside, and she is fearless when it comes to any animal or insect.  I have seen her pick up frogs, snakes, daddy long leg spiders, and even mice without a problem.  Blah.  But then there is this other side to her that likes all things girly.  Dresses, heels, hair ribbons, jewelry, and anything princess-related.

When Chanelle wakes up on Wednesday mornings and learns that it’s Charlie’s school day one of the first requests is typcially, “can we paint my nails?”   Who am I to deny her?

“Wow, Mommy, it’s so beautiful.  It’s amazing!”  I love her genuine enthusiasm.  After we finish beautifying her fingers and toes her sweet voice utters the words I dread hearing. . . “Can I paint your nails, Mommy?” 

Ugh.  The dilemma in my head goes something like this. . . “should I let her do it and give her a moment of joy or should I deny her and avoid the hassle of a possible (likely) mess.”  It would be a lot easier just to redirect her and do something else, but if you heard the sweetness in her voice. . . you wouldn’t be able to deny it either. . .

Sorry for the blurry pics, but I’m looking pretty fancy, eh?  Despite the appearance of my nails, I was glad I let her do it.  She was feeling quite proud of her artwork and so we moved on. . .

Yesterday’s rain was traded for a bright sunlit day that called out to us.  Chanelle thought her baby and Elmo needed to get outside since they have been cooped up.  She’s quite the Mommy. . .

These days might seem so dull to a more adventurous soul.  For me, though, I love it.  I love experiencing these snapshots of time that go by so quickly and are as beautiful as they are monotonous.  And we finished our walk in time to greet Charlie who returned home after having a special lunch out with Gramps. . .

Yep, that’s Wednesday to us. 

That it will never come again, is what makes life so sweet 
Emily Dickinson

  • Trophy Life - September 30, 2010 - 11:23 am

    ohmy. those nails are…well… a real piece of work! hopefully you enjoyed them for the day then the Nailpolish Remover Fairy swept that mess away in the evening! so cute.

    i love that last pic of gramps hugging C. so adorable.ReplyCancel

  • Charbelle - September 30, 2010 - 11:42 am

    I'll have to check back for the pics since I'm at work. I'm so glad you let her paint your nails. I promise you she will remember. She will remember that you included her and spent this time with her and that is a treasure beyond compare!ReplyCancel

  • Ky • - September 30, 2010 - 3:49 pm

    I smiled throughout this post… I think because I'm secretly so excited to have that, "Can I paint your nails" moment with Lila and/or Baby Girl 2011. 🙂

    Tell me, what did you do with your hands AFTER Chanelle painted them? Did you take the polish off? Leave it on? I'm curious… 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Running Chatter - September 30, 2010 - 4:50 pm

    Ky, TL called it. I enjoyed them for most of the day, but felt it best for everyone that I remove it prior to going out in public that evening. Chanelle was quite understanding when she saw me taking the polish off but was generous enough to offer to reapply immediately. I declined this time.

    I am excited for you to experience these moments with Lila and/or Baby '11. As much as leaving one stage is sad. . . it is so exciting to enter another!ReplyCancel

  • Ky • - October 1, 2010 - 2:18 pm

    …"but was generous enough to offer to reapply immediately."


    That made me laugh.ReplyCancel

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