Friday, December 15, 2006

Baby dolls forgotten

Having two girls in this house, we have our share of baby dolls. We have a Bitty Baby from when the Queen was little, and we have the twin American Girl dolls that the Monkey plays with on occasion. The little girl has her hair up in pigtail on the top of her head, and the little boy just has hair. The other day, the Monkey looked at me and said "this is the girl. She has lip gloss on." It took me about five minutes to convince her that it was not the girl but the boy because he didn't have a pony tail in his hair. I still don't think she believes me.

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


Blogger Bellezza said...

You've gotta love a husband with a sense of humour!

12:11 PM  
Blogger The "Mind" said...

Sounds like something Pman would do.

I have found that leaving stuff on, next to, or under my purse helps me remember to take it with me. Obviously the best is ON TOP of the purse, leaning on it is a good second, followed by underneath it. It has really helped me to stop forgetting stuff quite so much.

1:58 PM  
Anonymous Jenn said...

i do exactly what mind does. Leave it on top, or better yet IN my purse. Then there's no way I can forget about it.

2:31 PM  
Blogger Awesome Mom said...

That is too funny. It sounds like something my husband would do.

10:37 PM  
Anonymous Robin said...

priorities, all about priorities..
lots of good stuff written on that chalkboard..or is is cockbork?

7:28 AM  
Anonymous Tonya said...

Do I get in trouble if I laugh?

5:46 PM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

Tonya ... absolutely not. It is hilarious, as irreverent as it appears. LOL!

6:25 PM  

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