New Friend

Fancy is now a two-man wolfpack! Amy over at brownie-goose has done it again. In her "spare time" she has made the cutest little dolls ever. And I won one...and let me just say I never win anything, so I'm super pumped. Now, Amy is 9 months preggified and finds time to make these fabulous handmade dolls? I know, the girl is ballin'. And it makes me realize I'm a talentless boob. Anyways, we got ole Clem (short for Clementine) in the mail last week and her and Fancy's first meeting was less than epic. I handed Clem to Em and curiosity set in...

"Uh, who dis beez?"


And then Clem told Fancy a funny joke and she just CRACKED up laughing! (That dang Clem is going to be a jokester I can tell.)

And then we of course had to test and see how tough this new friend was. Fancy doesn't hang with just anyone--a girl's gotta have some standards. 

It was when Fancy started biting on her shoes that I decided they shouldn't play together quite yet. I don't want Clem coming apart at the seams.

Taking her away went off without a complete meltdown since Emma's ADD kicked in when she saw a cd case and went after it. (BTW, that ginormous box in the background is the saga of the nursery glider. Have I mentioned the guy who owns Tiny Tykes is an asshole?)

 I put Clem on a shelf in Emma's room. As I was looking back through the pics I realized that Mom of the Year here still has not put a pic of her daughter in this frame. That's right, we're still rocking the stranger that came in the dern thing. 

So we moved her up to the top...