Meet Nikki. Two years ago she joined our family with a gorgeous head of loose curls. Twenty minutes later, she looked like this:
Note to parents! Listen up! If you are in any way contemplating the purchase of an American Girl doll for your daughter (or son, I'm not judging), DO NOT buy a doll with curly/wavy hair. Unless you like this look. Which you might. Again, not judging.
Here is also where I tell you that I hate Ann Sather. She is the mean girl who has been "force" feeding me fat for the past few years. I mean, cinnamon rolls battered, deep fried and topped with marscapone cheese are a bit much, don't you think? And I may or may not have eaten an entire cinnamon roll before the whole battered/fried/marscapone ordeal. I hate her.
Oh, American Girl. You are a genius. This is afternoon tea for the girls. L was also given a doll to borrow while she was there...but she was uninterested. I could KICK myself for forgetting bowling pin kitty, because her little pin shaped body would have fit in REAL nice.
And Sweet Mandy B's. She tag teamed with Ann Sather to make sure my ass came home even larger than when it left. Mission accomplished. I have felt all kinds of sick and nasty, as it relates to my blood sugar and the onset of diabetes.
I believe we have also learned that I have NO will power.
A few other favorites from the weekend:
Though I have been a parent for almost seven years, have seen many a child disaster and now pride myself on being able to forsee and prepare for all kinds of said child disasters...I obviously haven't learned that a change of clothes is NECESSARY when children play in water. Luckily, Little J did not realize how EMBARRASSING it is to walk down Michigan Avenue in Diego tighty-whiteys.