Stella and the real girl

Stella has a best friend. Her name is Kayla - stella named her halo after beyonces song, but we misunderstood and started calling her kayla - and it stuck. She goes everywhere Stella goes, and is as much a part of our family as is possible for a doll. Almost all I hear these days is, baby needs diaper, baby poo poo, baby milk, baby needs bandaid, baby night night... This baby needs something about every 3 minutes. It is more drama in our house then either of our actual kids. It is almost not worth all the drama it causes, but Stella loves her Kayla so much.

Stella wanted to feed Kayla while she was jumping. How thoughtful, she brought her pancakes ; ).

While going through security at the airport on the way out to California, Kayla was stopped in the x-ray machine because she slightly resembles a bomb. 6 TSA folks had to come check her out to make sure she could come with us on the plane. In the x-ray, she looks like a little box in the middle of her belly with wires going to her hands, feet, eyes, and mouth. Stella cried and cried, yelling out baby... Thank goodness she was finally cleared and could come with us. The man who finally gave the doll back asked, what does this doll do? Well, depending on what limb you push, she cries, or laughs, or blinks her eyes and sucks her bottle. Maybe Kayla will be checked for the flight back.