A girl named Quincy

I've mentioned Sophie's Ariel princess dress* before.

She's very into dress-up right now. Dresses, the princess dress*, the princess heels, my necklaces, my rings, the princess purse, and, her new favorite: Mrs. Potato Head earrings. They actually fit on her ears by looping above her earlobes. Yes, it's cute.

On Wednesday, Aaron had to go shopping for cookie ingredients and she wanted to come with him. As long as she could wear her princess dress* and heels and Mrs. Potato Head earrings in the grocery store. Aaron just shrugged, sure, why not, and off they went. The heels rule is that they can't be worn outside, can't be worn on stairs, no running and no jumping. So Aaron carried her into the store and then she walked around the store. She apparently got quite a few comments about being a beautiful princess*.

She told her daycare provider that she's getting silver earrings for Easter. We told her that she has to tell us when she's ready for real earrings but that she should know that it really, really hurts to get them put in.

She's also told us that when she's dressed up she's no longer Sophie, she's Quincy. "Mama, remember when I was a baby and I changed my name to Quincy?"

Everything is prefaced by 'remember when I was a baby?'. I'd love to see her mental calendar.

Anyhoo, she told me that she's now Quincy (when she says Quincy, she points her toes and sort of curtsies and makes fancy hand gestures) and her friends all have other names, too. Trevor is now Leo, Madison is now June. There's another boy, Brady, and when I asked her what his new name is she said, "He's now 'My Precioussss'".

Ah.

*If you are related to Sophie and thinking - aha! I should buy her lots of princess things! PLEASE DO NOT. I've made her lots of things (crowns, capes, necklaces) and she only needs one dress. And no princess movies. Please. A handsome prince is not waiting to rescue anyone and mothers (and step mothers) are actually very nice people. Our house is overloaded with pink and princess and dolls already and we have a very small house. We'd much rather encourage her love of arts & crafty things and books and running around outdoors. Thank you for your consideration.

Dreaming of Plastic Surgery

I had the most disturbing dream last night.

I was getting plastic surgery on my face. And the (very young) doctor was cutting by my left ear and sort of yanking and tugging my skin up. I was conscious for this and it HURT. I kept thinking - what is she doing? I was talking to her a bit about what she was doing but I couldn't make out what she was saying.

Then she looked annoyed with me and started putting tiny, thin, little Q-tips in under my lips. They were very faintly numbing my lips. I started becoming concerned - "Are you going to do something to my lips?"

"Yes, of course. I'm going to make them bigger." The incredulous (young) doctor answered.

"But, of all my parts, those are the ones I would never instruct you to touch!" At this point, I'm standing up, at a party, discussing this with her (yeah, dreams, right?)

Later, I'm apparently healed a bit and my face is all strangely shaped and I'm outside the same party. I'm trying to hide my face from everyone and I'm concerned about going in. Somehow, I've seen footage of the doctor during the surgery and she has a photo of the creepy motorcycle guy from 'Raising Arizona' pasted up during the surgery as the example of how I want to look. Although he looks a bit like a woman and the name is totally different. Also, although I'm healed, I'm very dizzy and recovering from the surgery...my coworker is there and I tell her that I don't want to go in. She helps me around the house and then I wake up.

Riddle me this, Freud.

Here, hold this

Sophie has a princess purse her revered cousin gave her. It's filled with lots of bits and bobs and trinkets and a couple of notebooks. Oh, and one little blue ski.

We were out and about and Sophie says, "Daddy, can you hold my purse for me?"

So Aaron takes it.

Sophie pauses a moment and says, "Uh, when you're done holding it, can you give it back to me?"