The Caboodle...Revisited.

Lately when I'm doing my make-up I get so frustrated trying to sift my way through my make-up bag to find my eyeliner brush or the shade of eyeshadow I want to use for my brow bone or my solitary lip liner.


Today, my mind wandered back to the Caboodle. I like totally thought of 6th grade sleepovers when we all had our Caboodles stuffed with Dr. Pepper Lip Smacker and Wet 'n Wild lip glosses. It was then I decided, I must buy myself a Caboodle. Today.


I went to Wal Marts and discovered, much to my dismay, Caboodles are expensive! We're talking $25. I wandered over to Sporting Goods and found myself the Caboodle for the cheapskate.

This, my friends, is a tackle box.

This particular tackle box isn't filled with fish hooks and fishing line,

It's filled with eye shadows

...and lipsticks

...and make-up brushes.

Basically, a 6th grade girl's dream. And mine, too.

And the obligatory picture of my son.

To make up for my last post.

This was Grant Saturday morning.

Eating breakfast.

Playing in his exersaucer.

Practicing his grip with Daddy. He can hang on for a pretty long time, this will be helpful when he waterskis.

It's nice to have Ryan stationed at HAFB for reserve duty, he comes home for lunch.

He still has to be swaddled to go to sleep.

How I wish this picture wasn't blurry.

Naptime.

Watching General Conference with Mother.

I just love to stuff my face in this part of his head.

All of Grant's clothes came from Rosie, they smell like her home...until they get puked on. I miss Rosie.

It's from Brazil.

This granite is from Brazil.

Wait, it has my name on it.

Is that a kitchen sink?

And a faucet?

It must be my kitchen!!!

It's getting so close to being done, I can taste it. I love this kitchen so much I want to make out with it.

(I'm going to repaint. We changed our mind on the countertop after we painted.)