The Boogie has imaginary friends. She has two babies named Johnny and Jack that she takes care of, and Blainder and Blonder are twins who have made a recent appearance.
"Are they twins, like Johnny and Jack?" I asked her once.
"No!" she insisted. "Johnny and Jack are babies. Blainder and Blonder are just ... guys."
"Oh, twin guys?" I said. She thought about that for a minute.
"Yes," she replied firmly. "Twin guys."
When she talks you can hear the italics.
Today she found me and said, "This is Blainder. He's really dead."
"Oh no!" I said, "What are we going to do?"
"Well, we have to put him in jail."
"He's dead so we have to put him in jail?" I asked.
"Yeah, he's one of the really bad ones."
I truly do not know where she comes up with this stuff. I promise we don't let her watch things about people dying or going to jail.
The Phebis is hives-free. Tooth #6 has made its appearance. I finished unpacking toys and setting up the playroom (pictures of furnished rooms to come soon!) and she loves it! I put baby toys at baby level and she frequently disappears in there to bang rattles and chew on blocks and strew board books all over the floor.
We have a closet in the living room. It's right by the front door. Inside the closet, which doesn't have any doors at the present time, is a shoe rack. Phebis is magnetically drawn to shoes which grosses me out since they are all kinds of dirty. Also that is our entryway and I figure the floor isn't too clean, so we have a barricade to keep her away from that general area. The barricade consists of different things at different times; currently it is the ottoman from my glider/rocker and her carseat. Today while I was at work I received this picture via text message:
We got about six more inches of snow last night. It is only the second week in January and I have seen enough snow to last me until next January, thankyouverymuch. Now it's windy and cold cold cold.
Only 68 days until spring!