the creation of a doll clothes closet
and a swimsuit for Alyssa (a doll).
not to wear, evidently, but just for the closet.
which smelled, looked, and tasted like peanut-butter-and-jam sandwiches.
and more independence looks like a club sandwich on sourdough.
and swim. again.
the deciding upon The Codeword.
you know the one. "Heeeeeelp! Heeeeeelp! Saaave me!! Aaaaargh! Stoooooop!"
that sort of play doesn't always sit well with a Mama who is sittin' just right over there....
"Hey. How 'bout you guys come up with a code word that lets me and the other person know that you aren't having fun, are feeling trapped, or don't like this game? Then I don't have to worry about what you're feeling or doing."
"Okay," she agrees, "Walnuts!"
"Fine by me," says their Mama.
Walnuts it is.
handstands on the tramp...
naturally. pool's within Jump!ing distance of the tramp, after all. :)
"Maddie! Are you really changing your name to Princess?!? Because I really don't like that!"
"Yes!! And we're getting married! Riiiiight... now! Kiss me!, my Darling!"
So naturally, he attacks.
'Til she cries "Walnut!" :)
warm jammies (after swimming),
and how 'bout some Harry Potter, hmm?
that will do for us, I think.
prob'ly we'll see you tomorrow.