I just wanna sing and dance!

Welcome to another issue of My-Niece Whenever-There-Is-Something-Worth-Writing-About!

This week we've got a special treat for you guys-- Cinderella: Sophia Style.

The main characters?

• 12 inch Barbie as the Stepmother



• 3 inch plastic doll as The Prince



• Fashion Polly Cinderella as Cinderella!

Sophia starts the action by acting out the prince; her mom acts the Stepmother and Cinderella. He finds Cinderella.

Prince: I'll jump you up on the pony!

Cinderella: Oh, how nice!

Prince: I'll see you at da ball!

Cinderella: ...I thought this was the ball.

Prince: When you hear the letter B, come to da ball!

Cinderella: Oh, ok. I'll go home now.

Cinderella goes home, but *gasp*, her stepmother finds her!

Stepmother: Cinderella, you still have to do the vacuuming and the cooking and the cleaning and all your work. Do it now!

Cinderella: Stepmother, I will, but the prince asked me to the ball and I want to go.

Stepmother: NO! I'll lock you in your room! Ha Ha Ha!

The stepmother locks Cinderella in her room, who cries for help for a few minutes but then falls silent.

Meanwhile, the prince goes to their accustomed meeting place. When he doesn't find her there, he breaks out into song:

"Cindoweeeeella! Cindoweeeella! Where are you? And we'll go to da ball and dance and find you...yeah, yeah, yeah, laaaaaaa....Cindoweeeeeellla!"

End of musical interlude.

The prince rushes to Cinderella's house to find her.

Prince: Where is Princowella? (Another word for cinderella, of course)

Stepmother: Cinderella? I don't know who you're talking about!

Prince: (momentarily confused) You know! Princowella! The one I'm gonna dance with at da ball!"

Stepmother: Oh, but I don't want you to dance with her! I want you to go to the ball with one of my own daughters!

(Brief pause while Sophia's mom tries to find girl dolls among the toys.)

Prince: (still confused) Princowella IS your daughter! You're her mothow!

Stepmother: (whilst still looking) No, she's my stepdaughter.

(Sophia's mum comes back with the perfect toy for her stepdaughter)

Anastasia:

(The old man, not the rabbits)

The watcher of this scene promptly bursts out laughing, unable to contain herself any longer.

-Tina

Hats and Cuties!

Don't you love littl'uns? I don't appreciate them enough. Then I have a sweet, fun moment with my niece or nephew and I feel all gooey and loving inside.

I know a girl who doesn't like kids. But can you see a sweet smile like that and not melt? I pity the person that can. Sure, they can be holy terrors, but my niece and nephew are my holy terrors! And sometimes they can be cute and fun. Sophia (2 and a half) and I had a jolly time with my hat yesterday.

Wyatt (Sophia's older brother) is five, and he can be capitally awful. But he can also be perfectly debonaire! He hates to see me cry. I was talking about some rough issues with my sister the other day and started crying cause I'm emotional. He was over to me in an instant, wondering what was wrong. Even though I reassured him that I was okay, he took it upon himself to cheer me up and would not stop singing and dancing until I stopped crying. Even then he was still worried! :)

Even though I don't like my nieces and nephew alot of the time, I always love them.

-Tina

Little lights sparkling, falling snow glittering...

Drumroll, please!

It's winter! But then, you knew that. Where I am, it's been winter for almost an entire month! The snow is still coating the ground, and today at noon the clouds dusted us with just a bit more.

I love snow. I don't like cold much, but I love snow, so I can tolerate the cold if I can have the snow. I really do hope that it stays up until Christmas. Don't you hate it when you have a green christmas? I mean in the north, when it's not merely green but nasty, grayish-brownish-green.

Regardless of snow, however, I'm excited about Christmas. This year my little niece and nephew are going to be here for Christmas morning, and I'm beyond excited to see them waking up early and yelling in excitement over their stocking. When we trimmed the tree last Saturday (which they were here for) it was awesome to see the two of them concentrating so very hard to put the ornaments on the tree. Too cute.

I love my family alot. I'm really grateful that I have a cool family that loves me, and more importantly, that I can talk to. I was thinking to myself, and I honestly believe myself to be serious, that if I had every present I wanted and no family except my parents to celebrate Christmas with, it'd be a pretty sucky Christmas. I would much rather have my brothers and sisters home for Christmas and no presents.

Luckily we've got the happy medium, hey?

Merry Christmas, everyone!

-Tina