So you may remember a few weeks back that LSP and I got her a dollhouse at Toys R Us with some money Great Aunt J gave her. It has become her very favorite thing to do. All day long all I hear is, "Mama, come play with the dolly house." Anyone who ventures near the living room will be sucked into the gravitational pull of the dolly house. And once there she will command you to sit on the floor (not in a chair - on the FLOOR only) and play with the plastic people and animals who reside there. At first she would give the command, "Make the baby talk," or "Make the penguin talk," or whoever she chose. Now it has progressed to ordering you to talk about specific things. Today I had to make the penguin and the raccoon talk about a missing tile in the bathroom. (I am not making this up.) She also likes it when we make the animals or people cry. The penguin (or the baby or the rabbit or the raccoon) will have to lie on the floor and sob. She finds this very amusing. Yesterday when the baby was crying she didn't want the mommy to come, she wanted the daddy to give the baby a hug. She misses her daddy.
It is all quite cute but the problem is her attention span for this activity is unlimited. She will play dolly house (with someone else providing the voices) for HOURS. Literally. HOURS. You run out of topics. Today Nana had the raccoon recite the preamble to the Constitution. I mean you can only make the penguin use the potty or the rabbit cry or the zebra climb the stairs so many times before you can feel your brain cells explode. It is pretty darn cute, though.
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| Helping Grampy with the recycling. |
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| Do NOT call CPS! It is empty! |
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