The Little People That Were

Have I expressed to you my affinity for little people?

Not these Little People,

but rather the Fisher Price Little People. 

It started when I was young. My Mom had a collection of the old school Little People with wooden little circle bodies and perfectly round shape heads with painted on smiley faces. I knew we were moving up in the world when my Mom upgraded to the Little People with plastic bodies with perfectly shaped hair.

Now that I'm a mom, and I have spawn of my own, I wanted to share the joys of Little People with my children. Fisher Price has come a long way since the days of my childhood. All of the Little People  have cute chunky cartoon-like bodies... and I love them. I did my best to keep my Little People in pristine condition; keeping them in their own separate box and making sure the right people stay with the right set. Heaven forbid the Noah's Ark Giraffe should end up on the Farm House with the cow. That would be just awkward.

As it turns out, I'm not the only one who has a love for Little People. Millie, our dog, has been lovin' on the Little People a little too much. This is a sight that physically pains me...

This dog is KILLING me. I don't know how she does it. It's like she has a super sense that can sniff out Little People from anywhere... just like she does Eden's binki's.

Now who's going to ride the bus to school with the little handicap boy in the wheel chair?

Who's going to father the children in the Little People House?

How are they supposed to eat their cereal on the farm if they don't have any cows to milk?

I guess the farmers going to have to figure out a way to milk the sheep.

And the poor, poor other giraffe on Noah's Ark. She's going to have to live a life of celibacy.

So much for multiplying and replenishing the world with little giraffe babies.

(It's okay, I can say that. He can't hear me)

These Little People have now found their final resting place in the garbage next to last nights leftovers and the kids Gogurt wrappers. May they rest in peace.

As for the Millie dog, we are currently in a love-hate relationship... unfortunately, right now it's mostly hate. And if she doesn't change her Little-People-eating habits soon, she might quickly turn into the Millie dog that was. Tread lightly, dog. Tread lightly.

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Birthdays

I received and email from Marta several weeks ago. She was scheming a little birthday surprise for her cousin (and one of my best friends growing up), Whitney. I'll have to admit that I was a little envious of Whitney when I read that email, and for al little while I had a severe case of cousin coveting  (yearning to possess one's cousin and wish they were yours).

Marta had sent an email out to all the people that love whitney and asked them to take a picture of themselves with one word that described Whitney... I couldn't come up with just one.

She printed them all out and made a collage poster board for whit. How perfect and sweet is that?! And I'm sure, without a doubt, that Whitney was brought to tears at the sight of mine- no, not just tears, but fetal position sobs.

So my mom's birthday is coming up next month and I want to steal this idea and make a book for her. Right now, it sounds great in theory, I just usually struggle with the follow-through part. We shall see.

In other news, it was my birthday week and a great week it was. It looks like all my subtle threats of our marriage depending on my birthday happiness paid off.

Nate surprised me by kidnapping me and taking me to dinner with all of my siblings, then staying over night at a hotel. It was perfect! I just wish we could celebrate my birthday EVERY week for the rest of the year. Do you know how happy my life would be? So happy.

Thanks for all the birthday love!

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