A couple of months ago, I splurged on a missy prissy doll while shopping the clearance sale at oldnavy.com. I thought the doll was quirky and just the right size for the little maguai—something that she can start carrying around and “lose” so as to use as an excuse as to why she simply cannot go to bed right now … not until mommy finds it.

After a couple of weeks of bonding with missy prissy, *poof* she disappeared! I searched high and I searched low and she could not be found anywhere. Soon, I wrote her off to having gone to the special place in heaven where lonely socks that have lost their pair mates find refuge and where toys that are left at play-dates can feel loved once again.

Luckily Juniper did not use her disappearance as an excuse for anything. I don’t even think she noticed. But Tim (the very muscular and virile mountain boy, pilot, M.D.) sure did. He demanded strongly recommended that I get a new missy prissy (for Juniper, of course). So I did.

No sooner did missy prissy #2 arrive on our front doorstep (by the ignorant to baby nap time UPS delivery man) that, low and behold? missy prissy #1 decides to *poof* reappear.

Now we have two.

from left to right: missy prissy #1, missy prissy #2

One for the maguai… and one for an above average surgical resident who wishes to remain anonymous… let’s just call him Wheat.