Emerson's Birthday, or "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Doll"

Em's 3rd birthday is coming up this weekend and we're thinking about gifts.

I said very sheepishly to Rod yesterday "I think she might need a d-o-l-l".

This was mostly prompted because I had remembered that Friday night, Emerson rolled up a kids' menu from El Chico and loved on it like it was a baby. She laid it in a basket so that it could take a nap while she was taking her bath.

This is hilarious. But also pathetic.

I'd give my (theoretical) *son* a doll. No reason my daughter can't have one too.

Princess Party

One of our family friends has a little girl who is turning 4 this weekend. It is a "Princess Party". We are asked to dress like our favorite princess or prince.

I have no idea how to approach it. Well, I do but I'm not sure it's the "right" way to approach it. She already has a long, flowing, hand-me-down dress. She got some fancy socks and shoes as a Christmas gift. We also have a tiara somewhere. It'll be a half-assed princess but it'll look like we tried at least a little.

I'll just basically tolerate it. I won't get super excited or build it up too much. I won't gush over the other girls, other than engaging them as people. I won't let them see me roll my eyes too much.

And hope, hope, and hope again that she never wants to have a Princess Party of her own.