We're so vain.

The other day the boys helped me take this mirror from this:

Okay, HORRIBLE photo. But you get the idea. Beadboard in the background for the unfinished bookshelf and hutch (that has no home because we moved the desk!). Changing table, dresser and mirror in the reflection of the gold mirror that I painted for a neighbor...poor garage floor....moving on...

This time I took the back off the mirror and painted because it was screwed on. Sometimes I don't mess with it and I'll just cover the mirror or spray right on the mirror and remove the paint with a razor and nail polish remover. I told you I am loving crisp white...

To this:

J looks like he's working really hard. He's not. He's pouting. Yes, that is a decorated mask that P is wearing. He wears it all the time. That, or Tom's old ski goggles. Not kidding. And, he also wore those sweatpants and ratty t-shirt for class pictures at school. That's my boy.

Here's how I imagine the conversation went down:

P: Do it like this.
J: How can I take orders from someone wearing a sparkly kitty mask?
P: Just do it.