Its been a while since I've written about Stacy and Joe.
If you missed some of the very first blogs, you might not know who Stacy and Joe are.
They are very important members of our family here at Crazy Road.
Stacy is Mackenzie's friend who stays with us frequently because her mother owns a restaurant and travels between here and California. She wears purple nail polish and picks her nose. She also has her ears "peeched." She and Kiki talk on the phone all of the time. Stacy left us for a while in July because she apparently told Kiki that I wasn't fun.
Anyway, Stacy has a sister...
Her name is Iffy.
Not Tiffany. Not Effy.
Iffy has been around quite a bit lately, too, and has introduced my 5 year old to the concept of World travel.
The other night, we were doing our whole crazy bedtime routine, when we heard Kiki clanging around in her messy, messy bedroom...
She showed up in the doorway to Tyler's room and announced that she had taken her money out of her piggy bank, and was ready to go to Paris.
"Paris?" Chris and I both questioned aloud in unison.
"Yes. Paris." Kiki declared, as if this were an everyday occurrence.
I had just gotten used to the idea of her traveling to her ballet school, which happens to be in California! Every day, she puts on her "high heels," grabs her purse and tromps down the driveway to "California." She will run around exclaiming how late she is going to be and how angry her ballet teacher will be if she shows up late!
So, back to her Paris trip...
She had on her "traveling shoes" which, again, thanks to my friend Julie, are those plastic dress up heels that come in Halloween-y costumes...her big purse, and her "Tiana" nightgown. And she had snuck my lip gloss.
"What are you going to Paris for?" I asked.
"OOHHH, ya know, I'm going to the zoo, and shopping for Tyler's school clothes."
"Do you have enough money?"
"Yes. I have a coin."
"A coin? Just one?"
"How are you going to eat? Where are you going to stay?"
"In the brick hotel. The one that Arack Obama stayed in."
"Right." I still can't believe she talks about the Obamas like they are our next door neighbors.
"I don't think you'll have enough money. Not with just one coin."
She looked at me like I was nuts.
"Its-A-Magic-Coin" she sing-songed.
"How are you going to get there?"
"Iffy is picking me up in her purple and pink boogie-car."
"Her BOOGIE car."
"We are stopping in North Navornia to pick up Lola."
"NA-VORN-YA." She was clearly getting frustrated with all of these questions on her itinerary..
"Who is Lo-?"
I then realized that the conversation had just sucked me in so far that I was asking questions as if all of this were really happening. And I am pretty sure I kept a straight face through the whole thing...
Then Tyler chimed in from under the covers.
"Joe got killed by a dragon today."
"Oh, no! He did?"
"Yup. And I saved him!"
"Wait. You saved him?"
And he jumped out of bed and started jumping around like he had a sword or a dragon slaying tool of some sort...and making these swooshing noises..."Like this!"
"Where did all this happen?"
"In the forest wight outside ow-ah yahd."
"So, is he okay?"
"Yes. But Beyontay got killed instead."
Beyontay. Beonte. bee-on-tay. Is Joe's older brother. Joe is Tyler's buddy. Beonte is somewhat of a bully, but he lives in New Jersey, so unless he is at camp, we don't see him around as much as we see Joe.
Joe has finally stopped stealing from Tyler's toy box, and all of them, Kiki, Stacy, Iffy, Tyler and Joe all get along swimmingly here. They eat breakfast together, they play "How to Train A Dragon" together, they have concerts...so much fun.
And in case you haven't figured this out...they are not even real..
Kiki isn't REALLY going to Paris in a Boogie Car.
Tyler isn't slaying dragons in the woods.
But their imaginations are so incredible, and the details are so, well, detailed, that I sometimes think that Iffy and Stacy and Joe and Beonte are really here.
I mean, just this morning I made extra pancakes for them...
Lately Kiki likes to have sleepovers in Tyler's room. She sleeps on the "Crouton"(the futon) and they laugh and talk about their adventures and sing crazy, made up songs about North Navornia and usually the word "poop" makes it in there and they both end up in a fit of giggles...its magical....
The kids will be starting school again soon...and sooner than I probably know, Stacy and Joe might not be around anymore...I'm gonna miss 'em.
Every moment is a moment.
Now I am going to see if North Navornia exists on a map somewhere. Maybe I'll just Google...
Thanks For Reading.