This is what I found in the bathroom one day next to Stella's toilet:
Can you tell what Barbie and Ken are doing? Look a little closer.
That's right. They're sitting on mini toilets. Not just any kind of toilets though: Bubble Tape toilets.
When Stella and I were looking through old Barbie stuff from my childhood, she discovered what I used at Barbie toilets back in the day. Six feet of grape flavored fun. I also used Kleenex boxes stuffed with shoulder pads as couches. Don't judge me.
Macy has learned how to drool,
sit up in the Boppy,
stand tall (with a little help),
and fly
while Stella discovered that wearing a ballet costume is perfectly acceptable clothing in the daytime as long as her mom is still wearing pajamas herself.For one random week, Stella preferred curling up on her carpet at night instead of in her bed. You would look like this too if you woke up on the wrong side of the...floor.
Luckily, she improved as the day went on without any obvious side effects to carpet camping.
Is it weird that when I refill the diapers in Macy's drawer, I pull the last few old ones to the front then add the new diapers behind, like they'll expire if I don't rotate them?
In case you were planning on coming to my house, don't. We're sick. Poor Macy sounds like a piglet snorting and grunting in the mud and her naps are turbulent while I had a temperature of 104.4. That's probably not too far away from brain-melting point. As I lay in bed last night, burning up but freezing cold, I mentally created a list of things I needed to remember to do today. The more I repeated the words, they formed a shape in my mind that reminded me of one of Stella's Lego pieces. Does that make sense? Well, it did last night, thanks to my fever-induced hallucinations. And now that I've admitted this, someone is probably going to come take me away and put me in a rubber room where it'll be cold, I'll die, they'll bury me, the worms will tickle, and it will drive me crazy.
For being sick, Macy still smiles occasionally. Just not when I try to take a picture.
(Just look at how sad and sick yet adorably vulnerable I am.)
