Bodyguard ~ a Photoshoot

Hey, guys! Can you believe it’s July already? To me, it seems like it should still be 2015! Well, time flies faster the older you get, and I can’t say that I like it.

Anyway, I took some pictures of my H4H doll Jillian (she prefers J) and Saige’s dog, Rembrandt.



I love this shot. ♥





I love J and Rembrandt together — the small doll, big dog combo is really cute.



Aren’t Hearts4Hearts dolls beautiful? They’re being re-released sometime this year, which I’m really excited for. I hope to add a few more to my collection.





Rembrandt looks like her bodyguard — which is, of course, why I named this post “Bodyguard.” ;)






Babysitting by the Book

On my last post, lots of you said you probably wouldn’t be able to attend the AG Fan Meet-up 2015 because you don’t live near the stores. That doesn’t mean you can’t participate! Going to the same store was just another way we could meet each other. My mom probably won’t be able to take me to all the stores, but I’m going to attend anyway. Even if you can’t go to the stores, I’d love it if you would attend!



The house was impeccable, I’d reorganized the bookshelf three times, and my sisters had gone to a pet show their critters were in, so I didn’t even have animals to play with. This was a sensation I’d never had before: boredom. It was horrible, really. Just sitting there, in an empty house, with absolutely nothing to do because you’ve already done it.

I collapsed onto the couch by the front door with a sigh. There had to be something for me to do! Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I leaped up and raced to get it. My family was back! I wouldn’t have to be bored!


I threw the front door open, but instead of seeing my eight giggling sister, there stood only a woman.

“Hello, can I help you?” I asked.

“In fact, you can,” she replied, flipping open her purse.


The woman pulled a card from her bag and waved it at me. “Are you Caroline Abbott? Did you make this card?” she demanded.

I took one look at it and remembered that Molly, our resident computer nerd, had made the business cards for my babysitting job. We’d left them at the post office. This woman must have picked one up! Did she have a child for me to babysit?

“Yes, I’m Caroline,” I affirmed.

“Would you babysit my daughter?”

I ushered her inside, nodding enthusiastically. “I’d love to!” I exclaimed.


“I’m Violet Carter,” the woman said, shaking my hand. “I need to go to a meeting, so I’ll be back to pick my daughter up in three hours, OK? I’ll pay you twenty dollars.”

“I”m sure I’ll have a lovely time with your daughter,” I smiled. “But . . . where is she?”


 Violet Carter stepped aside, and there stood a little girl with curly brown hair and stunning blue eyes. “This is Jillian.” Mrs. Carter put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Hello, Jillian,” I cooed, bending down so I was at the girl’s eye level. We were going to have so much fun! Jillian and I could mess around with Play-Doh, dress up as princesses, and even have a tea party! I could hardly wait for Mrs. Carter to leave so the fun could begin.

Violet planted a kiss on her daughter’s head, strode to the door, and called over her shoulder, “Take care of her, Caroline! I’ll be back in three hours!” And then she was gone.


I stared expectantly at Jillian, waiting. All my babysitting books said that now was when the children started to cry, to claw at the door, begging for their parents to come back. But the only emotion on Jillian’s face was disgust.

She crossed her arms and snorted, looking me over with her sharp ocean-blue eyes. “You dress weird,” she blurted.”It’s stinkin’ August, and you’re wearing pants and a cardigan!”

I was taken aback by the girl’s rudeness. “Jillian –” I began.

“Nobody calls me that!” she snapped. “It’s J, alright?”


I didn’t say anything, just fished two identical packs of flash cards out of the green bin of random stuff and plopped on the floor. “So.” I smiled at J, trying to stay optimistic even though none of my babysitting books explained what to do if your charge hated you. “We’re going to play a game.”

According to my books, most kids were shy when they were first dropped off, and a fun game was a great way to break the ice.

I patted the floor next to me and pursed my lips as J, groaning, trudged over to me.


J leaned against a pole and I spread out the flash cards, face down.

Once the cards were lined up, I asked, “You know how to play Memory, right?” J didn’t respond, and I took it to mean that she didn’t know and was too embarrassed to tell me. “I’ll go first, then,” I continued, “so you’ll know how to play.”

The girl just grunted and glared at me.

What was her problem? She’d looked so sweet, but as soon as her mother had left, she became nasty. I didn’t know what to do!


Pushing down my panic, I flipped over two cards. “A purple triangle and a green square,” I noted. I told J, “You’ve got to remember where the cards are, so when you turn up a matching one, you’ll be able to make a pair.” I turned my cards over.

For a few minutes, J glared at me and I just sat there, wondering why she wasn’t going. Finally I nudged her arm and said, “J, it’s your turn.” She didn’t acknowledge that I’d spoken. “Did you forget how to play?” I asked, patting her foot. “That’s OK, you just turn over two cards –“


J threw up her arms and shouted, “I’m not a baby, you know! I can play Memory, but it’s a stupid game. You’re a horrible babysitter who treats me like I’m three. I’m eight, for heaven’s sake, and I want to do something fun!”

Shocked, I stared at J, my mouth agape. She was eight? She looked much younger. Pushing the game of Memory away, I rose to my feet and took a few steps toward the girl, suddenly very serious.


I looked J in the eye, my expression quite grave. She stuck her chin out defiantly. “Jillian, I get that you’re frustrated, but the way you spoke to me was disrespectful and mean,” I rebuked. “You owe me an apology.” I hated having to criticize her, but someone needed to do it.

“Sorry, Caroline,” she murmured mockingly, and it was obvious she didn’t mean it. I decided to over look that.


“How about I read you a story?” I offered, moving on. “You go sit down on the couch and I’ll be over in a moment.”

Grudgingly, J stalked over to the couch, muttering about how I needed to change my attitude.

I squatted down in front of bookshelf and scanned the selection. The book needed to plunge you into the action immediately so Mrs. Carter’s daughter wouldn’t get bored, and it couldn’t be too long, either.


I picked Runaway Mice, a story about four mice friends that stow away on a school bus, perfect for young children. Before heading over to J, I darted into the kitchen and got a snack for the girl, a chocolate cookie with vanilla icing and pink sprinkles. I’d baked cookies with MJ the day before, and I thought that they turned out pretty well, considering that I’d accidentally put an extra tablespoon of vanilla in the icing.


I squeezed onto the couch next to J, and after handing her the cookie, flipped open the storybook.

Runaway Mice,” I read. “Once upon a time, four mice, Odie, Nat, Lavender, and Misty, were eating cheese by the roadside. A hulking yellow school bus, loaded with chattering children, chugged down the road . . .”

J, gingerly sampling the cookie, constantly rolled her eyes. The story was obviously boring her, but I pressed on. If only I could get to chapter three, where things started to happen . . .


Cooking crumbs raining off her shirt, J sprang up and dashed to the bookshelf. She yanked a novel off of it and waved it at me. “I could read this to your uneducated face in one sitting!” she yelled at me. “You’re so boring!”

Uneducated . . . boring . . . Her insults rang in my ears and I resisted the urge to cry. This really wasn’t my day.


I got up and walked over to J, and before I could say anything, she whined, “Why can’t we do something I want?”

I put my hands on my hips. I was just about done with this girl! But I had one more trick up my sleeve. “Alright then. What would you like to do, J?”

She stared at me, stammering, “I — but — aren’t you –” and so forth. She obviously hadn’t been expecting me to say that!

After a while, she managed, “I want to use the computer.”


I slid the family laptop out onto the desk and helped J onto a chair. After I powered up the computer, she clicked around my sister’s personal files for awhile before she grew bored with that. She hacked Saige’s Pinterest (my fashion-obsessed sister had actually just left Pinterest open) and watched Youtube videos.

“I want to play a game!” she demanded after finishing her second Game Theory video.

I took the laptop from her and brought up the NASA website. They had cool games on there, and they were educational! That’s what I would call a win win, but my sisters would probably say I was “spooking school” into them.


Once J had played all the games on the NASA website, she wandered over to me. I had pulled the green bin of random junk away from the wall and was rifling through it. Nothing my babysitting books had told me worked on J Carter, so I figured it was time to think outside of the box, or in this case, outside of the book.


I flipped the bin upside down and everything in it tumbled out on the floor. J plucked a stuffed polar bear from the junk and smiled at it. It was the first time I’d seen her smile, and, not wanting to ruin the moment, I studied what had been living in the bin. There were dog toys, bags, sports equipment, etc. What could we do with this stuff?

I glanced up to see that J had a creative gleam in her eyes. What was she thinking?


J placed the green bin on its side and stuck the polar bear, a My Little Pony, a fabric butterfly and a toy fish inside. She set the purses around the open end of the bin like a wall, and arranged the other items in front of that.

“This is their base,” she explained, tapping the bin. “They’re hiding in there until it’s safe for them to come out. The rest of the stuff is a barrier to keep their enemy at bay.”


She reached into the toys’ base and took out the polar bear and the fish. Pointing at the butterfly and the pony, she announced, “Those are yours. Do you have another stuffed animal that can be the bad guy?”

Smiling because she’d finally gotten interested in something, I scrambled to my feet and raced up to the third floor, where my bed was. I grabbed my pink teddy bear and hurried back to J.


Things got better after that. J and I forged a relationship, and for the rest of the night, my little friend and I had fun together. She tried to teach me how to dance;


we doodled in a notebook, making comics;


and we played with dolls. It was the most fun I’d had in weeks!


When Violet Carter came to pick J up, I didn’t want her to go. We’d really bonded, and I hoped that I would be able to babysit J again.

J rushed to her mom and hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she exclaimed. “I can’t wait to leave.” J winked at me, but she was so confusing I couldn’t guess what that was supposed to mean.

Mrs. Carter looked at me quizzically, no doubt wondering what I’d done to her daughter while she was at her meeting.


As promised, Violet handed me a twenty dollar bill. I stuck it in my pocket. “I had a wonderful time with J — uh, Jillian,” I stuttered.

Mrs. Carter nodded cautiously, still eying me suspiciously. “Thank you for watching her, Caroline. We’ll be going now.”

I waved at the Carters as they exited my house.


I picked up some of their conversation as they headed to their car.

“It was horrible, Mom!” J cried. “Caroline was so mean, and I had to dance and draw and play with dolls, and it was terrible . . . When can I go again?”


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Easter ~Part Two~

Sorry it took so long to post this…it rained and rained here!


“Molly, will you please bring the baskets?” Caroline asked as she walked down the steps.

“Okay,” Molly replied, picking the baskets up.

“I’m going to find all the pink eggs!” Jillian squealed.

“I won!” Tracy exclaimed, bounding off the bottom step and on to the grass.

“Yeah, good for you, Trace,” Isabelle muttered.


Saige did a flying leap over Tracy’s head, and landed with a thud in the grass. “Woo! I’m second!” Saige panted.

“Go on, Coconut. Go and play with Chocolate Chip. Just jump off that step. It’s not very high off the ground,” Issy coaxed.

“Caroline, will you help me down?” Jillian asked.

“Yes,” Caroline answered, reaching up to help Jilly down.

“Come on, Molly,” Emily said quietly, waiting for her.

“I’m coming,” Molly replied, quickening her pace.


“Molly, please pass the baskets out,” Caroline said, taking a seat in the grass.

“Okay,” Molly said as she got up.


“But first, who wants one?” Caroline asked.


Jillian, Emily and Molly all raised their hands.


“That’s only three, anybody else?” she asked again.

Reluctantly, Isabelle and Saige put their hands in the air.

“I’m only doing this to win,” Saige muttered.


“Molly, are there five baskets?” Caroline asked.

Molly checked. “Yes, there are exactly five.”


“Here, Jilly,” Molly said, handing her a small, blue bag. “A little bag for a little girl.”


“Here, Saige,” Molly dropped a bag in Saige’s lap.

“Don’t you think that you are a little too old for this?” Saige questioned.

“Do you think that you are a little old for this? And no, I don’t. I want to be a kid a little longer; plus, I enjoy doing this, and that’s what matters.” Molly turned on her heel and walked away.


Molly approached Isabelle and handed her a bag.

“Thanks!” Issy exclaimed.


“Thank you,” Emily said quietly, taking hers


“I guess this is mine, then,” Molly announced, holding the basket by its handle.


“Okay, on three, you can start,” Caroline said, “One…two…THREE!”

The girls ran off to find the eggs.


“I found one!” Isabelle thought excitedly as she stashed it in her bag.


“They hide one here every year!” Molly reached down into a ditch and pulled out a blue egg.


“I found a pink one!” Jilly thought, grabbing it.


“I found one!” Emily said, opening her bag.


“I bet no one else has found one yet!” Saige thought, putting it in her bag. She got up to look for more.


“And here’s another!”


“This must be one of the last ones,” Emily decided as she pulled a green one out from under some leaves.DSC_0032

“More pink!” Jillian exclaimed.


The girls gathered at the starting point to be judged.

“I bet that I got the most,” Saige boasted, holding up her bulging bag for every one to see.

“Good for you. Not,” Issy breathed, looking away.


“Please hold out your bags so that I can count the eggs,” Caroline announced. After looking in all the bags, Caroline said, “And the winner is…


Saige!” She walked over to raise Saige’s hand in the air. “Saige found five eggs. Second place is…Jillian! Third goes to Molly, and a tie for fourth between Emily and Isabelle.”

The girls dashed off to eat their candy.


Tracy, who had been playing with the dogs, came to a stop next to Caroline. “Tracy, what did you mean by “real fun”?” Caroline asked, remembering when they had come outside.

“Oh, nothing, just…



“TRACY!!” Caroline screamed.

Later that night…..


“Ahhh! Its the Evil Owl! Back to base!” Jillian screamed with delight, dashing towards the bunk beds.


“I think that we ought to be going now, Caroline,” Viola said, “Thank you for hosting!”

“Thank you for coming,” Caroline replied.


“Jillian, we need to go,” Viola called.

“Okay, mommy, I’m coming,” Jillian sighed.


The Turner family was escorted to the door. Jillian hugged Caroline. Molly and Issy waved. Saige shook hands with Viola. And then the door closed. The sisters walked back to the bedroom.


“I’m bored!” Tracy yelled.


“Yeah, I’m bored to,” Molly said as she sat down on the end of Isabelle’s bed.


“What do we do now?” Saige asked, taking out her earrings, “Pig out on candy?”


“We could get ready for bed. We have school tomorrow.” Caro suggested.

“And why would we want to do that,” Tracy asked.


“Well it 7:00, so we may as well anyway,” Caroline said, avoiding the question.

“No. That says 6:59, not 7:00. Therefore, we don’t have to go to bed,” Tracy decided.

“Says who?” Caroline challenged.

“Says the oldest.”

“Do it.”



“Hey Tracy, can I have your earrings?” Saige asked.

“Sure,” Tracy replied, dropping them in Saige’s hand.

“Thank you.”

20 minuets later….


“I’ll button that for you, Emily,” Saige said kindly, brushing Emily’s hair out of the way.

“Thank you, Saige,” Emily replied

“You’re welcome!”


Caroline walked into the bedroom. “Molly, will you help me make your bed?”

“Okay!” Molly answered as she finished braiding her long hair.


As Molly started to fold the carpet, Caroline pulled a blanket out from under the bed. “Just one more button, Emily. Done!” Saige said.


Once Caro had spread the blanket out on the floor and Emmy had wiggled under the covers, Molly walked over and handed Emily her special doll. Molly had hers tucked under her arm. “Here you go, Em!”

“Thanks, Molly,” Emily took her doll.


Tracy tucked her phone under her pillow just as Issy walked in.


She was brushing her teeth. “Oh, is everybody else ready?” she asked.

“Yep,” Caroline nodded.

“Okay, I’ll be right back then.” She walked away.


Shortly after Isabelle came back without her toothbrush. She pushed the covers aside and climbed into bed. Coconut jumped up and licked her face. “Yes, I love you to,” Issy giggled.


“I’ll tuck you girls in, in a second,” Caroline promised, sliding off the bed.


“Good night, Saige,” Caroline said, kissing Saige on the cheek.

“Good night, Caroline,” Saige replied.


“Night, Issy,” Caroline smiled, kissing Isabelle on the forehead.

“Night night,” Issy snuggled deeper down under her covers.


“Love you girls. Good night,” Caroline said.

“Love you,” Emily said quietly.

“Ditto,” Molly rolled over in bed.


Caroline turned towards Tracy. “Night, Tracy,” she leaned over Tracy.

“No way. You are NOT kissing me,” Tracy protested, squirming away.

Caroline walked into the living room, and grabbed a book.


She came back and hopped up on her bed. The book she had picked up was the Bible. Then she turned to Luke chapter 24. “On the very first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb,” she began,”They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus….Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!” Caroline finished, closing the Bible.


“Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for this day that you created. Please bring people to the light. . . you. Thank you for dying on the cross to save us from our sins. And in Jesus’ name, Amen,” Caroline prayed. A chorus of “Amen” came from the girls.


And then the girls went to sleep.

Easter ~Part one~

Hi, happy people! Hope you all had an AWESOME Easter! Sorry that this is late, but I had a SUPER busy weekend! My dolls had an awesome Easter (me, too!). Anyway, here is a photo story!


Everyone was doing their own thing to pass time before a very special guest arrived!


The girls had fun decorating the house in pretty flowers! Some blue ones on the desk chair.


Orange on the couch.


Purple on the dinning room chair.


And RAINBOW on the bunk beds! And what the girls were doing…


Izzy was practicing dance.


Saige and  Tracy were playing Pokémon X on their DS (I don’t know how to make “DS” plural)

“Go Eeevee!” Saige yelled.


Caroline was making sure that the flowers were arranged just right.


Molly was putting on perfume.


Emily was reading her book, Runaway Mice.


 Chocolate Chip and Coconut, well, playing!


“Perfect!” exclaimed Caroline, carefully pushing in the chair. And then…


The flowers slipped! “Noooooo!” she wailed.


Then the doorbell rang.


“I’ll get it!” Molly squealed, grabbing her camera and dashing towards the door.


“Clean up, everyone!” Caroline hollered, fixing the flowers.


Isabelle slipped her shoes on,  grabbed her book on dancing, turned off her CD player and ran to put them away.


Tracy and Saige slid off of the bed and put their DS away.


Emily placed her book back on the bookshelf.


Molly opened the door. “Hi Ms. Turner!” she screamed, “Oh, uh, SORRY!”


“Why, hello, Molly,” Viola Turner said, laughing quietly. “Jillian’s Easter outfit is in this bag,” she said, holding up a blue duffle bag.


“Hello, Ms. Turner. Welcome! I’ll take that bag, and help Jillian get changed,” Caroline said, taking the bag.


“Come on, Jilly. I’m sure you’ll look cute as a button in you’re dress!


“I wanna selfie!” Molly hollered, snapping a pic. (If Molly takes a picture of herself and Viola Turner, is it still called a selfie?)


“Wow! Can I please, please, please, have your autograph?!” Isabelle screamed, holding out a pen and notepad.


(This is not the picture Molly took)


Click. “I HAVE to send this to Kit,” Molly murmured, looking at the picture on her camera.


“Here, Miss…..”


“Here, Miss Isabelle,” Viola repeated.

Izzy ran off to her bed and stowed the notepad under her pillow.


Molly hid in a corner behind the dinner table and started writing Kit.

“Dear Kit,

Viola Turner is at our house for Easter!


“Ms. Turner,” Caroline said, motioning at Jillian.


“Do I look nice, Mommy?” Jillian asked, looking up at Viola.

“Yes, dear. You look nice.”


 “Hey! Jilly!’  Saige said, standing next to the dinning room table, near Molly’s hiding spot.


“Wanna piece of chocolate?”


“Yes!” Jillian exclaimed, rushing over to the table.


“Uh oh. They’re coming over to the table. I gotta run!” Molly thought as she saw the group heading toward her hiding spot.


She grabbed her camera, pencil, paper, and envelope, and started crawling.


Molly crawled under Isabelle’s bed. “Whew! I’m safe!” She thought.


“Now, to continue my letter. Viola can’t see me, so, she can’t object.” Molly whispered, picking up her pencil.


“Here you go,” Saige said, handing Jillian the chocolate Kiss. “Thank you!”  Jillian exclaimed, taking the Kiss.


“Jilly,” Izzy said in a sing-song voice,”Wanna see something funny?”


“I take that as a yes,” Isabelle announced, turning to face the mirror.


“TA DA!!” Isabelle exclaimed, turning around. She had taken the little birdie off of the lamp and stuck it in her hair! “I sure hope you like your new nest, little bird,” Izzy said, talking to the bird.


“He he, Isabelle, you are so funny!” Jillian said, laughing.


“Enough of that,” Caroline said with a meaningful look at Isabelle. “Let’s go outside now. We can have our Easter Egg Hunt!”


“Easter Egg Hunt!” Jillian squealed,”I’m going to get the most eggs!”

“Yes, let’s go outside! I want to do the Easter Hunt, too!” Emily said.


“Wait. Where. Is. Molly!?” Saige demanded.


“Here!” Molly shouted, crawling out from under the bed.


“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go have some real fun!” Tracy yelled. “Race ya!”

“I’ll be right there,” Isabelle said.

~And that is the end of part one!~