In the morning, while I touch up with a soupcon of make-up to wake my tired face up, my little girl sits on the bed beside me with her eyes wide with fascination.
She doesn’t move a muscle, or breathe it seems. She is utterly engrossed.
This is not good.
My little girl is mischievious. My little girl is a minx. My little girl is going to grab that mascara on the first opportunity she gets and either end up with it coating her eyeballs or her bedclothes. Or even the cat if it stands still for too long.
For the past few months she has sat there in quiet wonder as mummy applies these marvellous concoctions (and mummy is a bit of a product junkie so she has LOTS), patiently taking in every stroke of the brush with her little mouth dropped open in that vacant stare of the thoroughly intrigued.
We once visited a friend’s house and Mia and her 5-year-old daughter disappeared upstairs only to return 20 minutes later desperate to show us their ‘make over’.
Mia had lipstick on her eyelids, glitter in her ears and nail varnish painted onto her little cheeks like some crazy version of blusher.
I have no problem with her experimenting – while I’m there. My only worry is that she has super sensitive skin so I have to be careful, but I tend to opt for natural goodies anyway (don’t even get me started on how excited I can get over a pot of Neal’s Yard cream or a Liz Earle cleanser) so I’m happy for her to join in.
Well sort of. If she gets her big ole fists in my giant pot of expensive goo I’m not so impressed.
Anyway, I was asked if I would test out a bag of Aveeno goodies (creams that contain ‘naturally active ingredients’ and harness the power of oatmeal to banish dry skin – I’m a product junkie remember, I buy into this stuff) and I thought it was a perfect opportunity to get Mia to join in and review them too.
No sooner had I said “fancy testing these for me honey?” she had whipped that lid off and had a blob in her hand the size of, well her hand, and was slicking it on her bare legs.
I say “what does it smell of?”
“Does it feel nice?”
“Feels like mud.”
“Is it sinking into your skin?”
“Errrr” (it is now in her hair, up her nose and there is a blob hanging off her earlobe).
“Do you like it?”
She took it to bed, thew out the teddy and jewellery that have recently taken up residence under her pillow and went to sleep with that tube wedged under her head.
I’ve been using the cream on my hands most mornings and I have to say it’s a winner.
I got to use what was left of the Daily Mositurising Cream after a shower tonight and, unlike my daughter, managed to not get it in my hair and up my nose.
Plus it’s not the slightest bit oily and really does lock that moisture in. Could be a keeper. Looks pretty good on the bathroom shelf too. Oh and husband approved.
I have also been sent a packet of Bath Powder which I would dearly love to use, but as I haven’t had a bath since about 2004 (having a small child offer to scrub you does not a relaxing bath make) I may have to wait to enjoy that one.