Friday, December 15, 2006
Baby dolls forgotten
So when it was discussed that a baby doll needs to be placed in the manger for one of the songs in our musical presentation this evening, I volunteered Bitty Baby (or Baby Amy in these here parts).
I found Baby Amy, cleaned her up, dressed her because we can't have a naked baby sitting in for Baby Jesus. I don't know how we will explain the string on Baby Jesus' neck, though.
Did I mention that we have chalkboard paint on our backdoor now to help me remember things as I am walking out the door? Did I mention that I had BRING BABY AMY TO CHOIR PRACTICE TONIGHT written in huge letters at eye level? Did I mention that I placed Baby Amy on the stove right next to the back door where I HAD to walk past her when I left for practice?
You know where this is going, of course. I left Baby Amy on the stove right where I placed her and waltzed out the door without her. However, I DID remember to bring someone's Avon order to her because that was important, too.
When I wearily returned home from our close to three hour choir practice last night, I walked right past Ace's attempt at humor.
In our back landing area, he had placed Baby Amy/Baby Jesus on a shelf with a note attached to her/him...
Boo Hoo! Knitting Maniac hates me! She left me at home. Sadly, Baby Jesus
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The little girl who loves lip gloss