(Just so you know: that is a fake frown, and yes, she is flipping me off, but she doesn't know it. She wanted me to show her ripped cuticle (cudilcle) and proceeded to flip me off. I laughed, and said, 'Awww, make a sad face for me'. And out came the fake frown, which looks just like the frown she says her friend Paige gives her).
About 6 months ago, I started to hear her talk about how they play dress-up, and feed their babies, and GASP!-They play with Barbies! So I knew eventually she would be asking for Barbies.
And she got about 12 for her birthday.
Oh, yes she did.
Now, every day, this is the extent of our conversations:
My girl: "Momma, where's my barbie's green shoes?"
Me: "Honey, I don't' know. Go look in the pink basket in your closet."
My girl: running down the hallway, " M'kay!"
4.5 seconds later: "Mommy, I can't find it! HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLP me!!!"
Me: Sigh. "M'kay!"
And then I proceed to rummage through two baskets of Barbie shoes, bathing suits, brushes, sunglasses, cell phones, purses, coffee cups, magazines...you get my drift. And it never fails-I can never find the 2nd shoe that she is looking for. Grrrr.
Yes, that's a scuba Barbie, complete with fins and 2 dolphins that go in the bathtub with her. Oh, yes, that is the latest Barbie convertible car, in a lovely lavender. And, you guessed it!-That's a dog and her three little puppies, complete with bowls, bones, and the ability to wet themselves. No, really.
This isn't even all of it. This is just what I could keep her from touching long enough to photograph.
Welcome to Hell.