Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Al-Qaeda Baby doll

Meet "Baby Doll". Baby Doll is supposed to be Skye's security/lovey item since she does not use a pacifier or blanket. We're still breastfeeding and at 16 mos/almost 30 pounds, holding-her-all-the-time or nursing-her-all-the-time gets heavy and old. I've got crumbs to vacuum. Baby Doll is supposed to be helping, but most of the time I am finding her stashed under stuff and exiled to hiding placing such as out of the way cabinets. Skye loves and cuddles Baby Doll. The hiding places are too sophisticated for a toddler who loves their Baby Doll. Apparently, Baby Doll is Canon's arch nemesis and he's not falling for her cuteness. I asked him, why don't you like Baby Doll? "She freaks me out." She's a BABY doll. "Mom, she's gonna come alive and take over the world." Damn those cartoons. She's a BABY doll. What could a BABY doll do if it could come to life other than poop and cry? "Giggle" on Canon's part. She'll never come alive I remind him. She's a Baby Doll. Canon then layed scheme that he would trade Skye his beloved Nintendo for Baby Doll so that he could banish Baby Doll forever. Skye wouldn't give up her grip on Baby Doll even for the elusive and alluring Nintendo. So we headed up to bed. After several minutes of quiet, almost sleep upon us, Canon tells me, "Mom, if she comes alive...you've got to call the government. Call The Government."