Meet Emily. She is a life sized doll. She now resides behind our couch.
She is all The Princess wanted from Santa last December. Santa was lucky. He was able to make Emily from parts he found on clearance at Rite Aid of all places. So Emily joined our family and was loved for about 2 weeks.
Somehow between that holiday season and the most recent holiday of Memorial Day, Emily lost her clothes. And her left arm.
When we gave Marlyse the tour of the house Emily was on the playroom floor, naked. Marlyse looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Who's this?"
The Princess looked down realizing the insignificant shape she'd walked around was in fact Emily's body. "Oh. That's just Emily. We really don't like her." She proceeded to take Emily's leg and use it to launch her behind the couch, where she has lived for the past three weeks.
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In other news, we are attempting to potty train The Pixie. This means we just let her run around without underwear. No accidents thus far. No successes either. She waits until we put her in a diaper because we're going to the grocery market. It is then she makes her deposits in rather large sums.
It's nice weather today and the kids went outside. This makes potty training even easier right? After a while though it occurred to me that my neighbors and their children were outside weeding and playing, while at least one of my children was running around out there completely exposed and unchaperoned. The Pixie doesn't care, probably the neighbors don't either, but I cared. I started thinking about what kind of a mom I looked like. The neighbors are unaware that we are in potty-training mode. What would they think of the motherless, clothes-less child running wild and free on the street?
Probably the worst.
So I quietly snuck outside and slunk onto the porch swing. Then I composed my body to look like I'd been there the whole time, dutifully watching my naked child.
I was relieved. Well at least I avoided that shameful experience. We still look like relatively normal neighbors.
And then,
and then,
and then...
The Princess waltzed outside to stand at the edge of the driveway holding a big, black bat in one hand and Emily's left arm in the other.
I was relieved. Well at least I avoided that shameful experience. We still look like relatively normal neighbors.
And then,
and then,
and then...
The Princess waltzed outside to stand at the edge of the driveway holding a big, black bat in one hand and Emily's left arm in the other.