A Change of Scenery ~ a Photostory


After the Road to Pamel VIP party, we went straight home. My feet were aching inside my tight blue shoes, and I walked behind the others with a stiff stride.

I could hear the girls giggling and gossiping in front of me. Whenever I saw them like that, it always reminded me that I was new. Not really part of the family.

And it hurt.


Suddenly, the girls turned left, crossing the silent street. Confused, but not wanting to be left behind, I followed them nervously. They stopped in front of a tall white building.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Caroline smiled at me. “Your birthday was on December 6th, right Nevaeh?” When I nodded, she tilted her head forward, confessing, “We forgot. And we’re really sorry about that. But we got you something anyway.”

My cheeks glowing with excitement, I stared at the building in front of me. Was my present in there? It was probably something big. A karaoke machine, maybe?


MJ and Ivy threw open the doors. And there . . . there was a room!

“Happy birthday, Nevaeh!” everyone shouted.

One of the older people on our street leaned out their window and hissed, “Shh!”

My family, looking embarrassed, tried again. “Happy birthday!” They whispered it this time.


I stepped forward, blinking in disbelief. This beautiful room . . . it was mine?

There was a mossy green carpet on the floor, along with a circular purple-and-blue rug on the right side. On the floor was a brand new cat toy, as well as several books and a heart-covered teddy bear. The blue bedspread resembled a picnic blanket. There were three fluffy handmade pillows. Lyric, my Siamese cat, was sleeping on the bed. I even spotted my guitar case in the corner.


“It’s all yours,” MJ told me as I crawled onto the bed, feeling the knitted pillows.

“Thank you!” I exclaimed tearfully. Ever since I’d come to Happy House of AG, I’d had to sleep on the downstairs couch. It was wonderful to finally have a real bed to sleep in again.

Lyric headbutted me, purring loudly.


My family headed back to the main house, giving me time to look around my new bedroom before dinner.

I leaned back against the pillows, stroking my cat. “I do belong here,” I whispered into her ear. “Lyric, I really do.”

What was the best birthday present you’ve ever received?



Something Important Happened on the 29th . . .

You just have to pretend that today is the 29th of September, and not the first day of October (oh, hello, October!), alright? Good.



On your birthday, you’d typically expect to wake up to the delicious smell of breakfast being carried right to your bed. Maybe you’d get bacon and pancakes and cocoa to eat. But being poked and prodded by your best friend, having your cheeks pinched and your nose wiggled back and forth . . . that’s not exactly the best wake-up-it’s-your-birthday thing.

Of course that’s what I got.

I cracked one eye open groggily and peered up at Molly. “Could you stop?” I moaned, scowling at her.

She smiled and pinched my cheek one more time.

I rolled onto my side so I was facing her. “It’s my birthday.”



I dragged myself sluggishly out of bed. Molly helpfully found my glasses for me and stuck them on my face, prodding the end into my eye before she got the glasses on correctly.

The weird thing about birthdays here is that you never know when the party will happen, if ever. We might celebrate before school, at lunch time, at ten-o-clock at night. It could be a week after your special day before anyone remembers your birthday.

The way Molly was helping to put my glasses on told me that we might celebrate in the morning.


I wandered sleepily toward the stairs, but as I turned away from the bunk bed that I shared with Molly I saw ALL of my sisters crammed into the right side of the third floor. When I spotted them, they shouted, “Happy birthday!” in several languages: English (of course), Spanish, French, Greek, even Latin.

It made my inner nerd happy.


Growing more awake by the second, I made my way over to my family and sat down in front of my presents. Our cat, who was recently given the name Lyric, strutted over to me, and I scratched her behind the ear. She purred with pleasure.

“So, which present should I open first?” I asked once Lyric had walked away. I probably sounded rather rude, blurting that out and not thanking them for the cool multilingual “happy birthday.” But I’d just woken up, and my sisters knew that I couldn’t function normally until about ten AM.

“One of the small ones,” Molly replied.


There were two small presents — one wrapped in purple, the other green — and I selected the green one first. I’ve always loved trying to guess what was in a box by the sound it makes, so I shook the gift back and forth beside my ear. All I heard was a faint jingle.

Not knowing what it could possibly be, I decided just to go ahead and open the gift.


I ripped off the chartreuse paper and found, lying inside a clear plastic box, a sky-blue headband and a bracelet with lime, tangerine, and amethyst-colored beads.

I blinked. “Pretty,” I remarked. I actually did like them; I was just too tired to put my feelings into words. “Thanks.”

“We thought the headband matched your eyes,” Caroline began softly. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, thanks,” I said again, tying the bracelet around my ankle.


Pushing the green present’s wrapping aside and promising the try the headband on later, I grabbed the purple present. It was heavier than the last one, but I still couldn’t figure out what was in it by shaking it. I carefully peeled the iris-colored paper off the gift and found . . .


. . . a box if chamomile tea and a white mug with a hot pink flower painted on it.

“It’s so British!” I exclaimed gleefully. In truth, it didn’t really look British, but tea always reminds me of home.


That left two gifts —  both were huge, and I didn’t have the slightest clue as to which one I should open next. I glanced up at Molly and raised an eyebrow. Which one?

We were really quite good at communicating through subtle gestures, so when Molly shrugged, I knew that she was saying, Doesn’t matter. 


I chose to open the tawny gift bag first. I pulled out handful after handful of amethyst tissue paper, but I didn’t find anything. They must have hidden the present really well . . . Finally my hand brushed against something hard, and I pulled the thing out of the bag.


It was a doll! She had silky blonde hair and wore an orange halter dress. I squealed and hugged her against my chest.

Only Molly knew how much I’d wanted a doll. She must have convinced my family to buy one for me!

“Thank you so much!” I shouted. I fanned my face so I wouldn’t cry. I finally had a doll . . . “Did she come with a name?” I inquired after I’d calmed down a little bit.

“Kelsie, I think,” Savannah supplied. “Of course, you can change it if you want to.”

I shook my head. The name was perfect.


Tracy pointed at the last present: a giant limegreen box. “Are you going to open it?”

I didn’t know what could be better than a doll, but I figured I should probably open the last gift, just in case it was something incredibly  awesome. As I pulled the box towards me, it made a weird wimpering sound. My interest suddenly piqued, I scrambled to open the box.


Inside was the tiniest, cutest creature ever. A little black-and-white puppy, but smaller than any dog I had ever seen. It looked up at me with these huge, trusting eyes, and it seemed to smile at me.


Molly leaned over my shoulder and started chattering. “He’s really cute, isn’t he? And do you see how small he is? That’s because he’s a teacup puppy! A dalmatian, too. What are you going to name him? Do you like him? I hope you do, it is your birthday after all, Emily . . .”

I barely heard her, as I was completely lost in his sweet, gigantic eyes.


Then I blinked and asked, “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Boy,” Molly replied. “I told you already.”

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly, rubbing the dog’s — my dog’s — head. “I wasn’t really listening.”


Suddenly, my puppy grabbed my new headband in his mouth and took off. I instantly jumped up and chased after him, scolding him affectionately as I ran. And the delighted way he looked at me as I pursued him reminded me so much of a certain character from Heroes of Olympus that in that moment I knew exactly what I would name him.



So, Emily’s birthday was on September 29th, but I didn’t get around to making a post about it until now. That seems to happen a lot, actually . . .

Anyway, I hope you liked the photostory!



The Cool Birthday Party

We-e-ll, it’s Savannh, Tracy, and Ivy’s birthday party today!


The cool party in action. Molly did a good job decorating, didn’t she? 😉


My friend Kelsie is spending the night; she’s going up with me to AG Store tomorrow. More on that at the end of the post! She brought her doll Marie-Grace, whose birthday is tomorrow.


LOL DJ Molly 🙂


DJ Molly picked a slow song, and the dolls all coupled up to do the waltz.



‘Sup my peeps! Waltzes are dumb . .. lets play Gangnam Style instead!


Nomnom . . . Skittles . . .


Picture of the birthday girls 🙂


Real chocolate birthday cake — it’s got a Trident on it because the dolls like Percy Jackson.


LOL Look what my mom put on it xD #LeoValdez


“Give me presents! And give Loren Leo!”


So then Kelsie decided that they should go to an “Under the Sea” themed prom. She dressed the non-birthday girls up to be boys and viola — the prom . . . was there 🙂



Kelsie played “Under the Sea” from the Little Mermaid the whole time. LOL it was so annoying >:P





Seth and Savannah


Darrin and Tracy


From left to right: Sir Issac Newton (Issac) and Ivy; Seth and Savannah; Darrin and Tracy; Maire-Grace and Cameron.

So . .. I’m going to the American Girl doll store tomorrow (Sunday)! I’ll be there with my friends Kelsie, Kelly, and Issy. We should be at the AG store by 12. Tomorrow I’ll post what the dolls are wearing and what I’m wearing.



Updates :P

 ♫ Updates, updates, we all love updates ♫

Well, sometimes you just need updates, right? OK, let me begin with my updates . . .

Ella (itsadollworldblog) has started a collab blog, The Seven Dolls of Maple Drive! I’m Thursday =)

I’m not going to be at the AG store on Saturday. There is about, oh, a 2% chance that I will be. The weather is NOT cooperating (it says it should snow up to eight inches), so, yeah. But, if the weather happens to change before tomorrow (crossed fingers — being a weatherman is the only job you can get wrong every single day and keep your job. Plus, the weather people always seem to be wrong about snow.), I’ll totally let you know. If I don’t go on Saturday, I’ll probably go on Sunday, instead.

My dolls’ awesome birthday party is tomorrow! Their cake is simple, but I think it’s cute ☺Savannah asks requests demands that you give her presents and birthday wishes.


Ivy is “stoked” to get her cast off tomorrow 😉


Now I just have to clean up this disaster-zone . . . sigh.

— lorën

Happy Birthday, Emily!


I awoke to a noise coming from the bedroom door. When I saw dark brown curls, I knew that it was Molly.


I got out of bed and went to get dressed.


Then, when I went to get breakfast, I was met by my whole family. “Happy birthday, Emily!” they shouted.


“Oh my! It is my birthday!” I thought aloud.


I sat down in the chair I was offered and Caroline pushed me in to a small table.


“Let’s do presents now!” Molly squealed.


That’s when I noticed a pile of presents on the table.


“Open ours, first!” Saige and Isabelle said in unison.


I started to open the little pink bag they had passed to me.


I pulled the tissue paper out. Inside was a necklace with an ‘E’ charm and a hairclip that said ‘Emily.’ “Thank you ever so much!” I told them.


My next present was in a blue box. “It’s from me and Caroline,” Ivy said.


I opened the box up and pulled out a book called ‘The Prophet, the Shepard, and the Star.’ “Thank you!” I exclaimed. “I love reading.” I heard Ivy say something under her breath that sounded like “It  took Loren almost a year to read that . . . hope it’ll keep you busy . . .”


The last thing was a card from Tracy.


Inside was a library card!


“There’s one more thing from Molly,” Caroline said. “She didn’t put it on the table because it isn’t wrapped. You know how she likes surprises.”


As Molly scampered off to get the gift, she called over her shoulder, “Close your eyes!”


I heard Molly come back and paper shuffling on the table as the other gifts and wrapping were removed. “OK, you came open them now!”


My eyes flew open and I took in what Molly had placed in front of me. It was a poster with pictures of Molly and me!


I jumped up and gave Molly a hug. “Thank you! It’s perfect! I know exactly where I’ll put it.”


So Molly helped me hang it up in our bedroom so that I’d be able to see it every day to remind me of our special friendship.


The End

Updates + a Photo Shoot


I have 19 followers (THANK YOU ALL SOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!)!

2,070 hits!

My 5 month blog-iversery is in 6 days!


It’s my cat, Emily’s, 1st BIRTHDAY!!!

And I’m not very good at updates!

So let’s get to what I’m good at!

I’ve decided that Ivy has not been featured enough on my blog, so I took her out for a photo shoot.


This is not a doll. This is a cat. And her name is Boo. She’s grumpy. Mostly because of Emily.

So now let’s get back to Ivy . . .




Pretty Girl 🙂







What is this mischievous girl thinking of?


She loves climbing trees!


I love this shot!!!!!




Her eyes are so pretty!



We recently got a new bay window, and the windows open like this! I might have to put them in a photo story sometime . . .


Since it’s my sweet little kitty’s birthday, I put some photos of her in this post!



Meow. What are you thinking of Emmy?


My brother and I were opening the windows, and Emily tried to climb through one like a door!

Would you like me to do a review of Ivy or Isabelle?