The continuation of installments comes this time for Camille who said: I would like to know more about the REAL Barbaloot, I want the neety greety. Please expand on what life was for little baby Barbaloot, what obstacles in life she had to face (ex. club foot, cleft pallate, speach impendiment, narcisism, klepto, double chin, flabby torso, school nerd, etc.) to become the Barbaloot we all love and adore.
The REAL Barbaloot, eh? Well, life for myself as a small child was basically pretty great. I am the twelfth of twelve children and the only girl. Suffice it to say I was more than a small surprise. My parents had just built a new home with a blue room for me to move into with my older brother. My name was going to be James Russell. My parents were never going to have to buy clothes for me cuz they already had more than enough. But rather than a Y chromosome, I miraculously got two X's.
I was born in the early morning, and once my dad was sure I was safe and sound he headed off to the nearest store and waited for it to open so he would be the one to buy me my first dress. Is it just me, or is that kind of the cutest story ever? And it just went crazy from there. I wore nothing BUT dresses for the first six years of my life. Serioulsy. I was even used as the introduction for a modesty talk in General Conference. Yep, I'm famous like that. Then one day I came home from school with a note from my teacher asking my mom to please let me wear pants or I wouldn't be able to play the games I liked at recess. Because, despite the fact that I wore loads of dresses, thought my middle name was Princess (seriously, till I was 5) and the go-to present for me from anyone was a doll---I liked to play FUN games. My favorite was a game my brothers invented where two people would get the biggest couch cushion they could find and run straight at each other trying to knock the other one down. Or the sledding game we played where one person tried to sled down the hill with two others coming from the side to tackle them. Fairly certain that game resulted in more than one nose-bleed.
As far as what obstacles I had to face, I thought about telling you how I overcame my narcissism, but I think having a blog is proof enough that I'm still not cured. Or, I thought of providing some anecdotes to illustrate the complete nerdiness that was myself as a child; like, going to the first day of school 30 minutes early (that's me being 100% alone in the Kindergarten classroom in my ABC dress...even the teacher wasn't there yet!) or being 1 of 6 kids in the ENTIRE school that was not punished for participating in the massive snowball fight, or how I have glasses and allergies which is HUGE nerd alert...but I think I've already waxed too loquacious for one post. Can anyone top those nerd stories?