Even before baby girl’s good news yesterday, something was in the mail.
You see, kids love toys, right?
And sure, if we were to leave her to her own devices she would buy ALL the toys when we went out to the shops… which is why we try our best (keyword, ‘try’) to limit her intake to certain days and special outings, and say to her “no, you have enough!”
But everyone so often, she will latch onto the idea of something, and honestly, there is no getting around it.
About two weeks ago she saw on TV a Jasmine doll from the movie Aladdin, and it came complete singing “A Whole New World.”
She was immediately obsessed. Never mind she saw the ad only 3 times that one day ONLY… she then and there decided that she had to have it.
I looked around, I checked out shops, and I found that I actually couldn’t get it anywhere near us. The day I said to her “Mama will buy it online for you,” I think she repeated that phrase about 56 times, so relieved and excited was she that there was a magical cloud-like place where I could request things to be delivered from.
How appropriate, that her doll then came after her shooting star award yesterday.
You know what else is appropriate? In the song, Jasmine sings –
“A whole new world
a hundred thousand things to see,
I’m like a shooting star
I’ve come so far…”
Hey, hey? Shooting star? (Nudge nudge wink wink) ;);)
Anyway, when we pulled out the box tonight, baby girl was suddenly flying on a magic carpet of her own with happiness, so rapt she was with her new singing doll…
And the positive side effect? Mister F wandered on over to see what the hell we were doing, trying to get this little doll out of a plastic box that was fastened so hard I nearly needed an axe to get it out… and he instead found his own box, the one that the doll in the box came in.
THIS CAT WAS SO BLOODY RAPT WITH THE BOX… seriously, I can’t. He went absolutely ape-shit over apparently nothing in there, just sitting in there, grabbing at nothing by air, with his eyes frenzied and wide like saucers.
It was the most hilarious thing. Baby girl walking around the house pressing the song on Jasmine’s dress on repeat, with the crashing sounds of Mister F flying into the box time and time again in the other room…
We made her happy, but also we made Mister F, unintentionally and deliriously happy too. 🙂