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Post by ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR on Jul 13, 2011 13:29:41 GMT -5
Alice was in the playroom, minding her self as she played with her stuffed animals, and little petty rag dolls her Grandmother had made her. She soon had mad up an entire story in her own little head. The black Lab dog was the evil mastermind, and was holding all of her dollies captive, while her Brothers G.I Joe was trying to rescue them all. Since the play room was just during off from the kitchen, she looked up to see if her Mommy was there, as she normally was in the kitchen during her play time, preparing lunch, and such. "Mommy?" Alice called "Mommmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" she called again, trying to get her mothers attention.
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Post by ` HAILEE BRIANNA RENNISON on Jul 13, 2011 15:20:30 GMT -5
Tay smiled to herself, feeling completely content as sun from the windows shone down on her, basking her in a warm, glorious glow. She was singing softly under her breath, and baking some brownies. Her soft ginger hair fell at her shoulders in delicate waves, her nails painted pale pink. The sleeves of her baby pink shirt were rolled up past her elbows, and she wore a blue, white-patterned above-the-knees pencil skirt. She hadn't bothered wearing any kind of apron today, even if these were clothes hot off LOFT's latest range. She thought about her huge debt for a second, before shaking it from her mind and going back to what she was doing. At times like this, Tay was happy that her husband and sun were out of the house. It meant she would be able to bake without A: being pestered by her son, and B: being seduced and bugged by her husband.
She thought fondly about the little red-headed girl in the adjacent room. Alice had always been her baby girl, even though she was actually four years old now. Tay'd found that Alice had become increasingly clingy over the past year or two, which was a habit they'd been trying to break. It was hard, because her son clearly prefered his father, but Alice seemed to prefer Tay. She found herself constantly stressed, because her son rarely behaved himself around her, but when Daddy came home, he was doing as he was told and acting like a little angel, it was as if his devilish counterpart had completely vanished. When she heard Alice calling her, she sighed softly, but didn't look up. "Yeah, sweetie?" she called in reply, but then Alice called her again, louder this time. "Okay, coming!" she carefully pushed the tray full of brownie (she would cut it into individual brownies later) into the oven, and pulled off her oven gloves, setting them down on the counter as she walked into the playroom. She smiled down at her daughter, and crouched in front of her. "Hey, honey. You okay?"
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Post by ALICE MARIE SINCLAIR on Jul 13, 2011 15:49:00 GMT -5
As soon as her Mother sat down, Alice almost instantly crawled from her spot were she had been surrounded by her soft plush toys, and into her Mother's lap. Her little bum was deposited in her Mothers lap, while her legs hung over her Mothers legs. She snuggled close to her Mother, rubbing the side of her face against her Mommy's worm chest. She loved nothing more than to sit in her Mommy's lap, and snuggle with her. Her older brother wasn't much into their Mother, but loved their Father. So, she felt it her job to be there for her Mommy, and love her worth 2 kids. "Mommy?" she asked, looking up from were she was sitting in her Mommy's lap. "Can I help you cook?" Alice loved to idea of cooking with her Mommy allot. Everything seemed to taste better when it was home-made, or when you made it your self. Most times, meals didn't get done, as her Daddy was all was hugging her Mommy around the waist and giving her kisses every were. Alive loved seeing her parents love on each other, but all they allowed her to see was kisses on the cheek, and hugs.
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