I'm a BARBIE girl!

I'm not one of those Moms who is against her little girl's having Barbies. As a matter of fact, I played with them until I was almost 12 and turned out mostly fine. I vaguely remember my Sister In-law out in Texas mentioning something about her own daughter outgrowing them and packing them up to give away. And then I saw a butterfly and followed it down the street about 7.24 seconds before noticing a cloud shaped like an ice cream cone. This month brought to you by medicinal side effects, the most pronounced of all being ADD and general scatterbrainedness. Which that's totally a word. Don't believe me? I'm an official word maker upper. I just made it official. SO THERE.

Anyways? What was I talking about? Helicopters? Oh wait, that's right, Barbies. Saturday we received a package in the mail from Texas, which in itself is ironic, but that's a WHOLE other story for another day (week, month, who's counting?) We opened it up and HOLYSHITBALLS, THAT'S A TON OF BARBIES, BARBIE CLOTHES AND BARBIE'S DOG POOP.* The peanut is smitten with her "new to her" Barbies. We immediately donned Brenda (yes, my old 90210 Brenda), who had been nekkid as the day she was born for a good 20ish years, in some stylin' new threads. The peanut no longer refers to her as "that Hussy." I don't know where she learned that from... cough. Out of all the Barbies there was one Ken. ONE.

 "Holla at a PLAYA!!!"

Lillie says, "Dis is Barbie and Brenda's boyfwiend. He also Ariel and Belle's boyfwiend." I say, "Dude, Ken, better wrap it UP! You don't know where Brenda's been... come to think of it, she probably doesn't know either... that Hussy."

 Another day that doesn't pass without me wondering if we qualify for disaster relief due to the damaging effects of Hurricane Lillie. This is also the downfall to having a brand new obsession with Barbie... also, Legos are no longer the herpes of childhood toys. Barbie shoes are.

On a different note, I went pinning Saturday night and found something that moved me to the point that I didn't even have time to pin it before it was shooting out of my printer and hanging on my wall. I tend to forget just how lucky I am, WE are, despite what's going on in the world around us. I shouldn't have been able to get (and stay) pregnant as well as I did. For that, I am grateful. We shouldn't have a roof over our heads, but we do. And for that, I am 10 times as grateful. We are lucky for the family we have, our health and well being, and the life we are able to live. We are lucky to be alive. Every single day I am able to wake up, is the biggest blessing in itself. We are SO lucky.

Click the picture to head on over to my link on Pinterest, or go visit Sweet Rose Studio and pick out a version of the print for yourself!

Tomorrow I hope to get back to my "travels" seeing as so many of you are asking for another "quick jaunt" away from wherever you may be. If you saw my last post, you'll know that I'm ready to get away too. Anybody want to whisk me away to Costa Rica? I hear it's warm there right now.

*Ok, so Barbie's Dog "Tanner" as I've so recently learned, was actually recalled as his poop was/is magnetic. Kind of glad I tossed "the poop" now. I couldn't quite figure out what was in the bottom of the box and thought it looked too much like candy (I know... I KNOW!) to keep around. Seriously though, a pooping Barbie dog? Toy fail.