file under "stories to embarrass you in 15 years"
So a few days ago The Husband and The Pipster were at the playground and found a baby doll left there. The forecast was bad, so they brought her home with the idea that we'd clean her up and then put up a sign at the park so that if someone was missing her she could be returned. Well at least that idea was my husband's idea... turns out the two year old doesn't get this whole "giving her back" idea at all... she spontaneously named the doll, which she rarely does, and though we tried to explain like "If you left Kit Kat behind [her special stuffy], wouldn't you want someone to return him..." she wasn't getting it. But it seemed like even though she didn't understand why "Jenny" might have to go, she accepted it.
Then, yesterday, she PEED ON THE DOLL. So hard to keep from laughing. Is this some kind of instinctual territory marking?
So now I'm in a quandary. I sent the doll through the washing machine and she seems fine, but I soooo don't want to go there if someone does claim the doll. "It's been washed, but uh... um... my daughter peed on it..."
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I held out until Sapientiatide for Christmas music. It was hard. I listen to Songza, a music app (in the category of Pandora, Grooveshark and Spotify) almost every day. Every day since American Thanksgiving, every hour of the day, one of the six concierge suggestions is something Holiday. Just "the Holidays" or "A Christmas Party" or " "Christmas on the Town with Michael Buble" (yes, really). Sooooo many Christmas playlists.
I'm drowning a bit in the Christmas prep. I just realized that I didn't get anything for anybody's stocking except Pippa. (I grabbed a lot of stuff at Michael's in the stocking stuffer section, which was 70% off. Temporary tattoos, stickers, even some socks.) My mother gave Mary-Alice a big gummy-plastic ball, which will take up a good amount of room in that stocking. Maybe some of the legwarmers.
It's such a tough line to walk, trying to get everything lined up so that Christmas morning feels joyful and bountiful and celebratory without getting sucked into the materialistic and spending money we don't have on things we don't even really want, let alone need. We're still trying to get rid of a lot of stuff. I've still got a big box of clothes to donate, and a big box of books.
Ok, resolved, once Christmas is over, I am just going to call one of the charities that does pick-up to get most of the stuff. I've been trying to Freecycle and Craigslist stuff and while I really enjoy direct giving, it can be a hassle.
I also need to winnow out the last of the 2T stuff that is still in Pippa's drawers and put it away, meaning I have to find the 2T box. Boxes everywhere! Pippa's closet and under her bed are literally completely filled with boxes. Don't even know what's in all these boxes. DEATH TO BOXES.
Then, yesterday, she PEED ON THE DOLL. So hard to keep from laughing. Is this some kind of instinctual territory marking?
So now I'm in a quandary. I sent the doll through the washing machine and she seems fine, but I soooo don't want to go there if someone does claim the doll. "It's been washed, but uh... um... my daughter peed on it..."
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I held out until Sapientiatide for Christmas music. It was hard. I listen to Songza, a music app (in the category of Pandora, Grooveshark and Spotify) almost every day. Every day since American Thanksgiving, every hour of the day, one of the six concierge suggestions is something Holiday. Just "the Holidays" or "A Christmas Party" or " "Christmas on the Town with Michael Buble" (yes, really). Sooooo many Christmas playlists.
I'm drowning a bit in the Christmas prep. I just realized that I didn't get anything for anybody's stocking except Pippa. (I grabbed a lot of stuff at Michael's in the stocking stuffer section, which was 70% off. Temporary tattoos, stickers, even some socks.) My mother gave Mary-Alice a big gummy-plastic ball, which will take up a good amount of room in that stocking. Maybe some of the legwarmers.
It's such a tough line to walk, trying to get everything lined up so that Christmas morning feels joyful and bountiful and celebratory without getting sucked into the materialistic and spending money we don't have on things we don't even really want, let alone need. We're still trying to get rid of a lot of stuff. I've still got a big box of clothes to donate, and a big box of books.
Ok, resolved, once Christmas is over, I am just going to call one of the charities that does pick-up to get most of the stuff. I've been trying to Freecycle and Craigslist stuff and while I really enjoy direct giving, it can be a hassle.
I also need to winnow out the last of the 2T stuff that is still in Pippa's drawers and put it away, meaning I have to find the 2T box. Boxes everywhere! Pippa's closet and under her bed are literally completely filled with boxes. Don't even know what's in all these boxes. DEATH TO BOXES.