I just printed off the transfer of the mommy doll and showed it to Ella. I asked her who it was and she told me "Bebe?" I said no, its mommy, isn't it? and she said "No" while shaking her head sadly. But she seems to like it.
This was supposed to be my big going away present for Ella- a mommy doll for her to hug when she got sad. But if she can't even recognize me, I am not sure it is worth the effort of sewing it up. Frankly I am having some trouble with this since I think it looks just a bit scary. But when I put on a photo with my own hair, it looked even weirder. I don't know, I'll have to ask B but he is almost sure to say that it is freaky. He has a weird thing with dolls...
Tell me, too weird?
About Me
- Nicole
- Born in the Midwest, where I grew up to be a typical golden haired cheerleader/class president/most likely to succeed. And then I said, its not enough. So I ran away to boarding school where I learned to be a true global citizen, have a conscience, and look beyond the superficial to see the commonalities that unite us all, which basically means that I got fat, stopped dying my hair and shaving my legs, and- I admit it- wore some flannel. But then I came to Paris and saw the error of my ways (as far as personal hygiene was concerned) and met the love of my life. After an all too brief love-affair with Scotland (where I also did a bit of studying and got myself a degree) I returned to Paris where I now live. I tried a few different careers, none of which took, and so here I am, a stay-at- home mom to a gorgeous little girl named Ella, waiting for the next thing to come along and grab my attention. And also trying to live as big as I can while I am young (and still a little bit golden...)
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