Posts Tagged ‘parent’


Unfortunately, Nariah has fallen victim just like kids around the country to the recent trend of illness. Everybody all over the country is getting sick right now. Going through the trials of being worrisome parents in not knowing if its the flu, strep, this, that, or the other one over there, you notice the progression in life. As infants, you just have a crying baby, and have no clue what is wrong. You try any and everything. Then you get to the stage where they can talk and tell you what’s hurting, and you think this is the most wonderful thing in life that now you “know”. That then rolls into EVERYTHING being a stomach ache. Is it something they ate? They don’t want to go to school? Do they really know the difference between aches and pain? All in all, nothing pains you more than seeing your child suffering and not knowing what you can do to help him or her. Nonetheless, there always seems to be a silver lining to be found.

Toya and I have been tag-teaming home duty and today she took Nariah in to the Dr’s since her fever made a return late last night. I just received this email from Toya’s blackberry, and while it doesn’t give out “information”, this is pretty much one of the best forms of assurance I’ve received as a parent from a 5 year old child that things are “OK”. (copied as sent) :

Dear.   Dadddy.    The.     Apontmamt.       Is.  Over.  We’re heading out.  Love.          Nariah 🙂

Love that girl!

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Mommy, can I have an American Girl doll?

I don’t know about you guys, but that’s a dreaded question to hear nowadays. For those of you new to the parenting game, these are dolls that your child can get to look just like her and they can even get matching clothes so your daughter can look just like her doll. All this for only a hundred plus dollars. Oh don’t get the personalized book and many different accessories, then you’re rounding out the two hundred dollar range!  Before you write me off as being mean or ignorant to the joys of being a girl growing up, I’m just trying to figure out what does all this money get you. Maybe I’m wrong and somebody can “learn” me the ways. Do these dolls talk, or poop, or eat, or walk, or read your stories, or even blink? I just want to know what all this money is getting me my daughter. Regardless of the pending damage to my wallet size, the American Doll inquiry was indeed quite humorous.

Nariah and Toya are eating breakfast when she asked the aforementioned dreaded question.
Ummm, I don’t know baby, maybe we can talk about it for your birthday?
My Birthday? Well how far away is that?
Well, why don’t we use math to figure it out?

After counting down, they figure out its only over a hundred days away. Nariah isn’t to pleased with that.
Well, how many months is it then?

They count it down to 6 months.
6 months? We’re gonna have to find another special occasion day then, that’s too long to wait mommy!
Well, you have Christmas
Yeah, Christmas! Can we get one Christmas?!?!?!?
Well, then again, if Santa brings you one, then you won’t be able to have the joy of seeing your American Girl made in front of you at the store.
(Yeah Toya, way to fight back, kill the joy with disappointment!)
**silence**
(I think it worked!)
Part of the joy is creating the doll in the store, kinda like a Build-a-Bear. Wouldn’t you want that instead of Santa bringing it to you? It might not be how you want it.
Hmmmm, that’s ok…. I’m writing Santa a letter NOW!!!!!
(Nope…. didn’t work)

Keep in mind the “NOW” was the “yeah buddy, I’m getting an American Doll” type now. LOL.
Whoever came up with this idea is a very very very smart (and rich) person.
I think I’m going to come up with some “Broke Parent” dolls for these kids to buy to go along with their American Girl dolls.  That way they can have a true american family. We’ll see if between now and birthday or Christmas time if Nariah’s focus changes…