I went out to California to help Margaret pack up for her move.
MC and I visited the Schilke Music trumpet factory in Illinois.
Chi remained aggressively affectionate.
We worked on some awesome new originals with the band.
Margaret arrived in town and set up camp in our spare bedroom (before heading off to Peru for two weeks!)
Despite it being a busy summer, Chi and MC both relaxed whenever possible...
MC started teaching Gbear to ride without training wheels! Gbear also started harping about wanting an American Girl doll. At only six! Oi. She doesn't understand money enough to completely grasp what it means to ask for a $100 doll, especially one that doesn't map to any dolls she already consistently plays with. Which is to say, she plays with Barbie sized dolls all the time, so honoring her Christmas request for Jem dolls (which are Barbie sized) was a good playtime investment. But she doesn't spend any time with any of her roughly American Girl size/shaped dolls, so it's far more likely that she wants it just because she's been told by effing expert marketers to want it, and if she got one at this point, it would be an expensive shelf decoration.
But far be it from me to miss a chance to get her legitimately interested in something awesome -- so we made a deal. We have to read all the books first, and she has to have a favorite character before she gets to ask for a doll. And she's gotten way into it! We've already had some pretty amazing conversations based on her learning about history (Meet Felicity forced me to explain slavery. Holy cow.), and it's pretty inspiring watching her beautiful brain bend around all these expansive new concepts, and get swept up in the momentum of long form, character driven stories. And it's already pretty clear that when she decides that one of these girls resonates with her in a big way, it's going to be a a lot more memorable of an experience for her to get that doll.
P.S. I do realize that apparently, Felicity and Molly have been "retired." But we're reading those books anyway. If she does end up truly loving one of those two, a retired doll ain't nothing -- I can track that shit down. Those Jem dolls were from like 1987.