All cooped up in January.

January in Pennsylvania is...cold.  We're all sorts of pent up in those parts in January.  It's no wonder women (and Darby) dream dreams.  It's no wonder that creative minds blaze like wildfire (or is that her hair)!  I had two people explain to me "run-ins" with Darby last January.  One in a dream.  One in an oil change center.  Both are noteworthy:

My good friend, Beth, knows Darby well.  We're like extended family, us and the "E'brodes."  I'm not surprised she dreamed about a run in with the redhead.  It went down like this.

First of all, if you've been around long enough, you KNOW The Pixie loves...LOVES...Purple.  If it's purple-GREAT!  If it's a purple DRESS...BETTER!  In her dream, Beth said that I took Darby to the doctor because she was "out of sorts."  First of all, I feel like we live LIFE in "out of sorts," what IS "normal," after all?  The doctor asked if Darby had been under any stress lately.  I replied that I had just purchased a blue, gingham bedding set for her, and she had a complete meltdown. We know better than that.  No WAY blue would fly with that little girl!  Doctor's orders?  CANCEL THE ORDER.  DEFINITELY BUY PURPLE!  The dream went on, but I would like to state, for the record, that I am NOT the mom who takes her children to the doctor because they are "out of sorts!"  You should know me better than THAT, Beth!  My children have to be on their death bed in order for me to pay that $12 copay!

The run-in with our friend, Michelle at the oil change center was noteworthy as well:
"Darby put magic dust on me and apparently I am now a mermaid. Naomi put magic dust on me and I am also a frog! Interesting combination to say the least...."  My reply?  "I think those actually exist in the hit preschool show, 'Bubble Guppies'! HAHAHA! Oh man...and the stories keep...on...COMING! That's the second Pixie story I've gotten from SOMEONE ELSE today!!!"

Yes.  The stories keep coming.  I experience them live and in living color daily, but it's funny when everyone else tells me THEIR stories.  I think people secretly think that THEIR stories will somehow trump MY stories.  But, hey.  If you LIVE with someone...you gon' have some STORIES!  

January 16, 2013:
Me: "Darby! Let's go to the potty!"
Darby: "I'm good."
(Never trust a three-year-old when they tell you that.  It's a lie.)