Madeline likes to go outside. The problem is that she doesn't like to come back in. Last night we took her baby on a walk around the neighborhood in her doll stroller. This is pretty much her favorite activity ever. I'm thinking of starting a dog walking service to take advantage of this obsession. With small dogs, since Madeline is a very small person. We'll start with Chihuahuas and by the time Madeline leaves elementary school she'll be pulling Saint Bernards and Great Danes around the block and making me a lot of money. Anyway. Back to the point. We cut our walk a little short because it was a bit chilly and Madeline wouldn't let us cover up her hands. We are responsible people and don't let our daughter get frostbite and have to have her fingers amputated. Mostly because then she won't be able to learn piano and we'd have no reason to buy one, and I'd really like a piano someday. We got to the house and walked up the stairs and Madeline threw a fit, because despite her frozen hands and the fact that we pointed out that her baby had no coat and was probably a bit cold in her light summer dress, she did not want to go into the house. We had this same problem playing at the park a while back, when she bit through her lip and was leaking blood onto her jacket, but wanted to keep going down the slide anyway. Basically, I try to avoid taking her out to get the mail or throw out the garbage because of the trauma. Then I feel guilty that I'm confining her to the house. So we face the tantrums every day and lift her bodily into the house. That or lure her in with chocolate. Because I am that awesome of a mother.
On another Madeline note, she has a new favorite song. I'll give you ten guesses what movie it comes from. You won't need all ten. Basically all I have to do is sing, "Oh, Oh, Oh!" And Madeline sings out, "Go! Kite! Up Tighestheight!" Repeat. A hundred times. I predict we will be doing a lot of kite flying when spring arrives. Since we'll be outside all day everyday. Unless we win a lifetime supply of chocolate.
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