Molly here! Ugh, it’s been SO long. Mom (or, as you might know her, ‘Madison’) might have told you we’re in Florida trying out a new church and stuff.
Any of you missed me? This is MY blog after all! Even though mom owns it, I’M the one who writes on it – until just recently, ack! Sometimes I feel that my sisters and friends overtake my blog….it’s MINE after all. Oh, and, Joy’s Journal is being canceled because mom’s schedule is HECTIC right now.
Well today I braved the hazardous comforts of the RV and went out into our “backyard” at the RV park.
These steps are quite convenient for those of us only 18″ tall. And, the position I am getting down in is a great stretch. I can’t forget I am a committed gymnast. I have to practice even while traveling.
I walked along the side of the humungenourmouhugesuperduperduperhugeous RV and looked about my surroundings.
I spied a picnic table I wanted to climb onto.
This end had a spider dangling from a web on the end of it so I didn’t want to climb on that side.
I could barely reach my vinyl fingertips up to the edge of the bench. Arg, I thought. How am I going to get up here?
Thankfully, mom lifted me up. She’s a handy photographer! 😉
I liked being up this high!
I could easily climb onto the table.
I could lift myself up the way I do on the beam at American Girl All Stars Gymnastics.
With a grunt and a surge of strength rippling through my….enourmous vinyl molded arms? I was on top of the table.
Hurrah! I am up!
Might as well practice some more gymnastics moves while I’m up here.
I was read to do a cartwheel.
Let’s just thank God I was wearing a leotard under my skirt!
“Tada!” I finished proudly.
I sat down and took a breath. The RV park we’re at is really quite nice.
I saw some other cool-looking RV’s but decided ours was the best. Dude, ours’ is a BUS. It’s HUGE!
I better go inside now, I thought to myself. It doesn’t do good for AG dolls to stay out in the sun for too long. And believe me, Florida is HOT!