My mom and sister are fancy pants doll sculptors and sculpt collectable dolls for doll companies and other things. I’ve mentioned them before but not often because I’m just not into the doll thing.  I can appreciate what it takes to make one from scratch though and it’s amazing. In fact I tried to do it once (okay maybe 4 times) but that’s a talent I just don’t possess. I created a caveman baby head with a pelt that looks like the Trumps on top. I still have it as a sort of sculpting birth control.  One look from that thing and I don’t get the urge to sculpt anymore ;o).

I was visiting my mom a few months back and she showed me one of her latest projects. She handed me a fun necklace with a tin attached. I’ve always loved lockets and secret compartment things so I thought it was just one of those. I opened the tin and in it was a 1”micro baby-

It’s not just any teeny weeny baby either, it’s soft and squishy!  It’s made out of silicone that she molded herself.  I can not tell you how hard it is for me to resist holding it between my fingers and squinking it all day long.  Ashlyn calls them Grandma’s squinkies but this little bean is even softer than the toys.

After months of begging and pleading, which is rare for me to do for a doll, she gave it to me for my birthday when I went down last week.  I think I’m hooked. Now to beg my sister for one of hers and I’ll have a doll collection I can handle.

These little guys aren’t for sale right now but if you’re curious about my doll making family members you can find their newest stuff here under Wendy Dickison and Cindy Musgrove.

My oldest daughter, the mug on your left, had a birthday Wednesday. My sweet anything goes girl who loves everything and everyone turned 9.

She also turned against me. 

I asked her what kind of cake she wanted.  She didn’t want one.

I asked her what kind of cupcakes she wanted. She didn’t know, but probably none.

I asked her what presents she would like for her birthday, she didn’t know but nothing I suggested and nothing they have available to purchase.

I asked her if she wanted a party, she replied with “I guess. If you want to”.

I stopped asking her and tried listening to what she was telling her friends about her birthday.  Nothing. Zip, zero, and a million I don’t knows.

I handed her a big stack of cutesy cake and cupcake books and told her to pick one. I thought for sure we would end up with a store bought cake plopped on the table and that would be the end of it because she didn’t want anything. To my surprise she came back with one she liked. She wanted pink pigs.  I was relieved because I can do pink pigs and cupcakes to boot so that would be easy.

Then she said the day before her birthday “But not cupcakes, ice cream”. You have got to be kidding me. Pig ice cream?

It’s a good thing she’s only known me for 9 years because girly there doesn’t know that I do very well under pressure. I used to ace tests in school without actually attending school. Especially after I’ve had a good sloppy cry, very little sleep, and my body is running on an constant sugar high.

No crying this time sister.  You want pig ice cream- you got it!

The little stinker! I’m not sure if they were approved or not because there’s no way in hades I’m asking her. Please let this be a phase.