yeah, yeah. i know i promised an update but really, did you think i could pull that together on a sunday?
get real. plus, my batteries on my camera died.
so here's a story from the here and now. why live in the past? life is all about the present, man!
about a month ago i was at the thrift store with K and he discovered an old barbie doll in one of the bins. he thought she was "sparkly" and asked if he could have her and i thought," why not?" for 25 cents she seemed like a bargain.
as is usually the case with thrift store treasures, our barbie was brought through the front door and promptly forgotten. (who needs a silly ol' doll when you can pretend to cut your brother's limbs off with a light saber, right?)
but this morning, for some reason, she's been resurrected.
about an hour ago i watched as K spotted the dollie and fished her out of the toy drawer. E was interested, too, and the first thing they did was strip her of her clothes.
"she needs a bath!" they cried as they raced towards the bathroom.
the stripping of the doll had been a little weird for me. (uhhh, naked dollies? i don't know if that's appropriate. will playing with a naked barbie turn you into a pedophile someday?)
but watching them at the bathroom sink, happily playing together as they soaped barbie's body and washed her hair, i decided i didn't really care. i was getting a minute of peace, wasn't i?
but just now as they brought her to the kitchen table to dry her off and to give her a haircut i heard K exclaim in a voice filled with wonder,
"hey! she has weally big wips!..."
"... and wow! she has weally, weally big BRAS!!"
i think it's time to put barbie away.