Nothing earth-shaking to write about today, just bits and pieces.
I started working on a bookbag today for our weekly jaunt to the library. I had it all finished, turned it right-side out and realized the handle was twisted. Bummer. That’s what you get for trying to sew while keeping a toddler out of the toilet water and dressing and undressing a three year old’s baby dolls. Here’s a peek at the fabric I’m using for the bag:
Good news: Emma found her long lost baby doll this morning. About two months ago, I bought her a baby doll that she took everywhere, and thus lost two days later. I backtracked our day, called all the stores, left a "missing baby" report, full description, contact information…no baby was found anywhere. Today, on a whim, we went for bagels. (both of my daughter’s inherited my bagel lovin’ gene) and there, oddly displayed behind the glass counter where they have all the bagels, were two lost babies–a barbie and a doll that looked a little familiar. Emma pointed it out to me since the glass counter is eye-level for her. I think she thought the babies were for sale. And when I noticed it and the bagel lady told me they were lost…we knew our baby had returned to us!! Emma squealed, the people in line behind us sighed in joined elation.
The only sad part is that "caffy" has been momentarily replaced by "lost baby". I asked emma in the car today if she still loved caffy or if we should just give her to baby Mary. She told me she still loves Caffy.
But, Emma’s napping with Lost Baby, and Caffy is still in the car…
Had a great dance party this weekend in Emma’s room…maybe it was just my "photo shoot" that was encouraging the display of dance moves.
Dan didn’t want me to post these because her room is so messy in the background. Emma had just been rummaging through her dresser for underwear, leaving quite a disaster area behind. To her credit, her new bedtime "routine"/avoidance of bedtime, is to quietly clean her room after we’ve turned out the lights and said goodnight. What a good little cleaning fairy.
Just had to give Mary some face time too. She is currently transitioning from two naps down to one. It is soo hard. Mix that with getting some monster teeth in the back (to which my husband replies, "monster teeth? I think I’d rather she gets baby teeth."), and you have a recipe for a distressed little baby. But she’s still so stinkin’ sweet. I could eat her.