Dress Code Violations and General Musings

My friend Jamie and I were sitting in London's room the other day and playing with Barbies with our girls. We noticed that two of the dolls had on thong underwear. Are you kidding? Are we the only ones bothered by this? I have no problem with them for adults, but on a doll??? These toys are for little girls and our toddlers do NOT wear those underwear. Sorry Mattel, but a Barbie with a thong should be called "Skanky Barbie".

After we expressed our disgust, we decided to take action! We removed the outfits entirely and replaced them with different Barbie clothes that were not trashy and did not set a bad example for our three year olds. I had to alter the dress code on a few of the dolls since some were wearing half shirts, earrings and belly chains. Yikes! I just want my daughters to enjoy being little girls and free from the pressure to look and dress older for as long as possible. If that means I maim and destroy a few of the toys in the process, so be it.

On a more humorous note, London and Zoe were playing together and London grabbed a tape measure and asked Zoe if she could measure her. Zoe said "yes". London held it up to Zoe and announced "small". It was simple and sweet and totally made me laugh. After our nap today, London was asking about skunks and why tomato juice gets rid of the smell from skunk spray. It was random. Then we lay there together and pretend to draw on the ceiling with our finger and name the colors we're using out loud. She reminds me that I used to have a good imagination and helps me to dig it back out. My girls have helped me find so much happiness by living in the moment with them. I am content with a simple life where we go to the park, have a picnic, play and sing songs on the way home. That is enough for me.

Potty Humor

So I'm standing in the feminine hygiene isle at Target and both my girls are in the shopping cart consuming mass quantities of goldfish and fighting over one sippy cup of water. I'm trying to choose from the multitude of options and a lady is standing near me doing the same thing. London looks up and says "mommy, what are those?" I look at the woman, look at London, pause, and then scramble for an answer. "Umm, it's something we use to keep us clean sweetie." Seriously, what do you say??? I was laughing at this point and so was the woman next to me.

Later that day, we had to stop by the bank to deposit some checks. When we entered the front door, a bank employee offered to help us in the area with cubicles. I gratefully accepted and we sat down. London was in her Tinkerbell costume and quickly joined her sister on the floor to draw on some paper. I began my transaction and then heard an unmistakable sound. "Pfffttt!" Pfffttttt" Tinkerbell was laying on her tummy under the chair and drawing, and farting in the cubicle! "London! We don't do that here" I admonished her. Oh boy. I looked at the employee and apologized and said "she's three years old, what can I say? I'm so sorry". He started laughing and told me it was fine. Unfortunately, the smell began to permeate the small area and my degree of embarassment sharply rose. "London, that stinks!" At this point, the bank man and I are laughing out loud and cannot contain it. Tinkerbell is happily giggling now that she's relieved her tummy and Zoe is watching the entire scene.

Next installment soon...