Back-To-School According to Crystal

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Hello, lovlies! It’s your favorite doll here to give you some amazing back-to-school advice. Whether you’re going into high school, middle school, or you’re still in elementary, read on to learn everything you need to know for tackling the upcoming school year. Why do I sound like a YouTube video?!?!

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Tip #1: Approach school with a good attitude. Having a bad attitude, or being in a negative mindset, will definitely NOT help you. Imagine the best – all the new friends you’ll make, the new stuff you’ll learn, etc., instead.

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Tip #2: Smile. Smile at everyone. The nice kids, the mean kids, the good teachers, the cranky teachers. Even smiling when nothing’s funny will dramatically improve your attitude! Try it. You’d be surprised.

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Tip #3: Challenge yourself. Try a new club, take an advanced/Honors class (if you qualify, of course). Do a team sport, like tennis, XC running, or skiing. Or just challenge yourself to get A’s on your tests or meet a new person every day.

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Tip #4: Power through your homework. Sometimes, you’ll feel really bogged down with homework – especially if you get something to do from EVERY. SINGLE. TEACHER. When you get home, eat a nourishing snack and take a 15-minute walk before tackling your homework. Every thirty minutes, take a five-minute break and do something productive – switch the laundry, speed-clean the coffee table, or make your bed. Then get right back to work.

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Tip #5: Breathe. This tip is great when you’re taking a big test. Don’t freak out. Visualize yourself in your happy place, and take a few deep breaths. You’ve got this!

I hope my tips help you this year!

Are you excited for school? What is your favorite class? When do you start (if you haven’t already)?

 

Crystsal

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Fifteen (A Lyrical Photoshoot)

Psst! Hey, you! Yes, you, person reading this post in your supposedly awful reader that I actually find very helpful but most people do not. In case you did not get the memo, today is Crystal’s fifteenth birthday. Yes, fifteen. Shocking, right?

I have been planning to do a photoshoot to the song “Fifteen” by none other than Taylor Swift. I am not really a fan of her anymore, I think her songs are getting a bit too edgy. But her old music is great! And “Fifteen” is a very sweet song. I’ll let Crystal’s adorableness take it from here. 🙂

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You take a deep breath
And you walk through the doors
It’s the morning of your very first day
You say hi to your friends you ain’t seen in awhile
Try and stay out of everybody’s way

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It’s your freshman year
And you’re gonna be here for the next four years
In this town
Hoping one of those senior boys
Will wink at you and say, “you know I haven’t seen you around, before”

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‘Cause when you’re fifteen,
Somebody tells you they love you
You’re gonna believe them
And when you’re fifteen

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Feeling like there’s nothing to figure out
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Count to ten
Take it in
This is life before you know who you’re gonna be
At fifteen

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You sit in class next to a red-head named Abigail
And soon enough you’re best friends
Laughing at the other girls
Who they think they’re so cool
We’ll be out of here as soon as we can

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And then you’re on your very first date
And he’s got a car
And you’re feeling like flying
And you’re mama’s waiting up
And you’re thinking he’s the one
And you’re dancing around the room when the night ends
When the night ends

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‘Cause when you’re fifteen,
Somebody tells you they love you
You’re gonna believe them
And when you’re fifteen

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And your first kiss makes your head spin around

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But in your life you’ll do things
Greater than dating the boy on the football team
But I didn’t know it at fifteen

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When all you wanted
Was to be wanted
Wish you could go back
And tell yourself what you know now

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Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday
But I realized some bigger dreams of mine
And Abigail gave everything she had
To a boy who changed his mind
And we both cried

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‘Cause when you’re fifteen,
Somebody tells you they love you
You’re gonna believe them
And when you’re fifteen

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Don’t forget to look before you fall

I’ve found time can heal most anything
And you just might find who you’re supposed to be
I didn’t know who I was supposed to be
At fifteen

La la la la la
Your very first day
Take a deep breath girl
And take a deep breath as you walk through the doors

-Fin-

Guys, isn’t Tenney’s Spotlight Outfit so cute on Crystal? If you are considering getting it, you totally should! It’s one of the best outfits I’ve ever gotten.

Well, don’t forget to wish Crystal happy birthday in the comments! See y’all on Monday!

AGs in Alaska

He Is Risen (A Photostory)

“Good morning, church family,” Grace says. “Happy Easter! We are gathered here today, instead of going to an actual brick-and-mortar building, due to an inconvenient cold that has afflicted two of our sisters.”

“That would be us,” Linsey says.

“We’re going to start off by signing “Amazing Grace.” Will you please all stand and join us?”

We all stand and clear our throats.

“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind but now I see.”

“And now we would like to welcome Morgan to the stage. She is going to be our “pastor” for the day,” Grace announces at the end of the song.

“Thank you, Grace,” Morgan says, standing up. “Thank you all for joining me today. As Grace mentioned before, we are gathered here instead of at our usual church. It is allergy season, after all.”

“Thanks, Morgan,” Lindsey says.

“I have a very special message for all of you today,” Morgan tells us. “Did you know that on this day, long ago, Jesus rose from the dead?”

“Yep, that’s right. He defeated the grave! Death couldn’t hold God’s only son down.”

“On Good Friday, Jesus died. His followers were heartbroken. But, by the power of the Holy Spirit, Jesus rose three days later.”

“That’s why we celebrate Easter every year! While the bunnies and Easter egg hunts are fun, the real reason for our happiness is Jesus’ resurrection.”

“The most amazing this is that, if you are a Christian, the same power that raised Jesus from the dead lives inside of YOU. Will you pray with me?”

“Dear Lord, we want to thank You for Your grace and compassion, that you sent your only son to die in our places. While we deserved punishment, You took mercy on us and sent Jesus as a sacrifice. We are so thankful for what you did. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.”

“He is risen!”

“He is risen indeed!”

“Happy Easter from the AGIA family!!!”

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Happy Easter, everyone! I hope you enjoyed that photostory. Do you believe that Jesus is alive today, and will forever be alive? I do, and I hope you do too!

Here is a bonus picture to make you smile:

Trying to carry all my dolls downstairs . . .

Collab with Elysium!

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Hello, everybody! Today is a very special day – I am doing my first collaborative post ever with the very special Elysium from An Author’s Odyssey! As you um, may have guessed from the title? In case you have never checked out Elysium’s blog – um, hello, WHYAREYOUSTILLHERE????? Go check it out and follow! Her blog is all about writing and she posts writing prompts every Sunday, as well as an example short story every Tuesday. I really look forward to her prompts, and I know you will too! So check it out here and be sure to follow!

The way our collab works is Elysium and I agreed on a prompt and my dolls are each writing a short story to go along with it! The prompt we chose is “Worst Fears.” And without further ado . . . here are the stories!

Crystal’s Story

“I cannot wait for the dance tomorrow!” Jess giggles excitedly.

“Me neither,” I tell her, swinging my bundle of shopping bags. Jess and I are at the mall, shopping for Spring Formal. We’re both freshmen, so this is our first one. My best friend and I both love clothes, so we’re downtown at the mall today, picking out the perfect dresses.

We head into the cooking store, where my mom is looking for new cake pans. “Ready to go?” she asks, setting down a tree-shaped pan. Jess and I nod, and we all head out to the parking garage.

As we reach our car, I can tell that something is completely wrong with the car. The windshield is cracked, and there’s glass all over the front seat.

Mom gasps. “Oh, my goodness.”

“What do we do, Mom?” I ask her.

“Well, I’ll have to call Safelite and have someone sent over to replace the windshield,” she says.

She pulls out her phone and makes the call. Jess and I set our bags down while we wait near the entrance to the parking garage.

The Safelite repairman shows up and has the windshield replaced in no time flat. We load the bags into the backseat and set off for home.

Fifteen minutes later, Jess and I head into my room to put on our dresses for my mom, who’s dying to know what they look like.

I reach into my bag and feel something sitting on top of my dress. It’s fluffy and prickly at the same time. I peer into the bag. Staring up at me is a giant orange and black tarantula.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I shriek. Jess leaps off my bed, and I can hear Mom pounding up the stairs.

“What is it?” my BFF asks, looking panicked.

“Tarantula . . . in my . . . bag,” I stammer.

“WHAT?” Jess gasps. “There’s a tarantula in your bag?”

“What on earth is going on in here?” Mom asks, bursting into my room.

“Get rid of it,” I hiss. “Someone get rid of it.”

Jess explains the situation to Mom, who says, “He must have crawled into your bag while we were waiting for the auto repairman. Calm down, Lacy. We’ll just take him outside and let him go.”

Mom calmly picks up the bag and takes it downstairs, where she opens the front door and walks into the road. She places it on the ground and tips it over carefully. The tarantula crawls right out and heads off down the street.

“You know, Jess,” I say. “I think I’m going to have to return that dress.”

“I agree,” Jess replies. “I don’t think I could wear a dress a tarantula had nested in, either.”

We look at each other and burst out laughing.

Lindsey’s Story

“Are you ready, Chelsea?” asks Kayla, the stage manager.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply. I smooth out my tutu and paste a smile on my face.

“Nervous?” Tommi, one of the other ballerinas, asks.

“No,” I say truthfully. “I’m fine. I’ve done this millions of times.”

“Right,” she says, as the music swells and the curtain goes up.

Don’t trip, I think to myself. Falling flat on my face would not be a good start to the Christmas performance for my ballet company.

The music sweeps me up and I twirl across the stage, pointing my toes and fingers and smiling at the audience. Perfect. No mistakes . . . so far.

And then, a little while later, it happens.

Halfway through the first act, while doing a double pirouette, I trip and fall backwards. The audience gasps.

“Are you okay, Chelsea?” Tommi asks out of the corner of her mouth as she twirls by me.

I manage a small nod as I get up. I’m ruining the ballet!

Unfortunately, the accident completely throws me off and I trip several more times during the play. By an act of grace, I don’t fall over again.

When the curtains finally close, I rush off the bathroom, humiliated. What an disaster!

McKenna’s Story

I race down the field, the crowd shouting my name. “An-na! An-na! An-na!”

A confident expression on my face, I pass the ball to one of my teammates. She dribbles it up the field and passes it back to me.

I near the goalie. She looks at me fearfully, not wanting to get hit in the face. I pull my leg back, preparing to kick the ball into the net.

All of a sudden, a tall girl swoops in from the right and steals the ball right from me. Before I can recover, she’s already out of reach, passing the ball back and forth to her teammates. They get the ball all the way over to the other side of the field, and the girl kicks the ball right into the net. Our goalie makes a desperate attempt to keep it out, but it fails miserably.

The girl’s team erupts in cheers, and half of the fans in the stadium get up on their feet and scream loudly.

I can’t believe it! They just won the game!

I kick the grass dejectedly, a few of my teammates coming over to tell me it wasn’t my fault. But, of course, it totally was.

No matter what they say, I can’t escape the truth. I just failed my team. We can’t go to state championships now.

Morgan’s Story

“Careful there, sweetie,” I tell my little sister, Beatrice. “You don’t want to fall.”

“I’ll be caweful,” Bea lisps. She carefully climbs onto the roof of the shed, about eight feet off the ground. I follow her up.

We perch on the black roof, heated from the sun. It’s a warm July day, perfect for being outside.

Beatrice stands on the edge of the shed and flaps her arms. “Look at me, Emma! I’m a biwd!”

“Beatrice,” I warn her. “Sit down, please.”

“But I’m being a biwd, Emma!” she insists. “Watch me!”

My eyes go wide as I realize what Beatrice is about to do. “Bea, no!” I shriek, reaching out to grab her pink cardigan. My hand brushes the soft fabric an instant too late. She’s already plummeting to the ground.

“Beatrice!” I cry, sliding down the side of the roof. I race up to my little sister. “Beatrice, can you hear me?” I tap her arm.

There’s no answer. “Bea, can you hear me?”

Still no reply. I whip out my cellphone and dial 911.

*three hours later*

“It’s okay, Emma,” Mom says, wrapping me in her arms. She smells of cinnamon and lavender.

“But it’s my fault she broke her neck,” I sob.

“The doctor says Bea will be fine,” Mom tells me. “Would you like to go see her?”

I nod and stand up, smoothing out my skirt. A nurse leads me and Mom to Beatrice’s hospital room.

The nurse opens the door, and my eyes are instantly drawn to Beatrice’s pale face, a start contrast to the bright blue sheets she’s lying on.

“Hi, Emma,” Bea whispers softly, her eyelids fluttering open.

“Hi, sweetie,” I say, touching her hand lightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Bettew, now that you’we hewe,” she saying, gripping my pinky.

I smile. “I love you, Bea.”

“I love you too, Emma,” Bea replies before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Emily’s Story

“And our next speech will be presented by Gia Ross. Gia?”

Legs shaking, I walk up to the podium. “Um . . . thank you, Mr. Roy.”

I take the microphone from the principal. I turn to face the audience – 300 strange faces – and gulp. “Um, hello.”

Dead silence in the crowd.

“I’m Gemma Ross, and I’m an eight grader at Jordan Middle School,” I begin. “Erm . . my presentation is on water pollination.”

Snickers from the audience. Several kids elbow each other and point to me.

“Sorry,” I say with a blush. “I mean water pollution.”

More snickers.

“Millions of animals live in our polluted oceans,” I say, clearing my throat. “Fortunately, many people do not realize the effect littering has on these creatures.”

I look out at the audience, who give me confused looks in return.

What did I say? I think. I play back my last sentence in my mind. I start to get dizzy. Imagine them as underpants, I think.

Underpants. I suddenly imagine Captain Underpants flying across the audience. My head starts spinning.

And then everything goes dark.

I wake up a few hours later in my bed. “What happened?” I mumble to no one in particular.

“Gia?” a soft voice says. “It’s me, Mom. You blacked out. Something about underpants?”

Molly’s Story

“Three, two, one. Begin, please.”

I flip my history test over and write Elizabeth Thompson and the date at the top before looking at Question 1.

Which pharaoh unified Upper and Lower Egypt?

A) Cleopatra

B) Menes

C) Narmer

D) Pepi II

I circle B) Menes without hesitating. Easy-peasy.

Nefertiti was the goddess of:

A) Cats

B) Water

C) Fertility

D) Livestock

I pause. Cats? No, that’s Bastet. Water?

The more I think, the more confused I get. Five minutes passes before I realize, so I decide to move on to the next question.

Egypt was known to the Ancient Egyptians as:

A) Memphis

B) Kemet

C) Nile

D) Lemer

I know it’s not Memphis – an Egyptian city – or Nile – the famous Egyptian river – so I have it narrowed down to B and D.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember my history class ever going over the old name for Egypt, so I’m lost.

I glance up at the clock. Thirty minutes left . . . and I have thirty questions left.

I hurry through the rest of the test, only confidently knowing a few of the answers. I take an educated guess at some, but lots of them I don’t remember ever studying.

The next day, my history teacher passes back our tests. A big fat D- glares at me from the top of the page. I cringe. This is the worst grade I’ve ever gotten.

Grace’s Story

Diced tomatoes. Olives. Black beans.

I mix the ingredients into a simmering pot, humming to myself. This is going to be my best chili yet!

Hola, Angelina,” Tí­a Sofí­a greets me. “Is my lovely sombrina making chili again?”

“You got it, Ti­a,” I confirm. “A new recipe, too!

“Ah, I am so proud of you,” Tí­a Sofí­a tells me. “There has never been a better chili maker in the family than my little sombrina.

The timer on the stove dings. “Ah, Tí­a! Time to see if the customers like my new recipe.”

“I know they will, Angelina,” Tí­a tells me. “I know they will!”

I dish the chili into bowls, passing them off to my older sister, Alejandra. She swoops out of the kitchen to deliver the chili to our customers.

I start working on a batch of cookies for my little brother’s birthday fiesta tonight. Fifteen minutes in, Alejandra swoops back into the kitchen. “Angelina. What did you put in the chili?”

“Just some beans and olives and stuff,” I reply. “What’s wrong with it?”

“What spices did you use?” she demands.

I go to the cupboard and pull out a few packets of chili powder. “Just this stuff.”

Alejandra’s eyes go wide. “Angelina! This is chili powder from before you were born!”

“Uh-oh,” I say. “What do I do?”

Alejandra grimaces. “You’re just going to have to go out there and apologize to everyone I just served chili too.”

I sigh, but know she’s right. “Okay.”

Humiliated, I follow Alejandra to the front of the restaurant and apologize for the awful chili to everybody Alejandra served it to.

As soon as I say sorry to the last chili eater, I rush upstairs to our living quarters. “Tía! I ruined the chili!”

Tía Sofía chuckles. “So I heard.”

“It’s not funny,” I grumble.

Tía gives me a look. “You cannot become good at anything without making a few mistakes along the way, sombrina.”

“I know,” I say with a sigh. “Can you help me this time?”

Tía Sofía nods. “Of course, sombrina. But this time, let’s make something other than chili, alright?”

We laugh. “Sure, Tía. Something other than chili.”

Tessa’s Story

“Are you excited for your new pottery class?” Grandpa asks, pulling into the community center’s parking lot.

“Yep!” I reply eagerly. “New friends, new dishes to put in the cupboards at home . . . what could be better?”

“Well, have fun,” he says. I kiss him on the cheek and race inside the community center.

After checking in at the front desk, the receptionist leads me to the room my class will be in. “Here ya go, sweetie.”

“Thanks,” I reply, opening the door.

“You must be Cara,” a tall, elegant Japanese woman greets me. “Welcome to Intro to Pottery! I’m Mrs. Wong.”

“Hello,” I say. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You’ll be working in Group B,” Mrs. Wong informs me, leading me over to a table filled with girls my age. Perfect. New friends!

I take a seat next to one of the girls, who has a long blonde ponytail. “Hi, I’m Cara.”

“Um, hi,” the girl replies, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the girl sitting next to her. They both roll their eyes.

Okay . . . so maybe they aren’t the friendliest girls in class. Whatever.

A little while later, while we’re working with fresh clay, I try again. “Hi, I’m Cara,” I say to  a girl across the table.

“Hey, wassup?” she replies in a bored tone, looking up for only half a second before returning to her work.

I sigh, feeling dejected. This isn’t working out.

After class, I pack up my stuff and thank Mrs. Wong, telling her I’ll see her next week. I head out of the classroom and down the hall to lobby.

I check out at the front desk and walk through the sliding glass doors. As I’m walking down the path to. the parking lot, I hear giggles in the bushes next to me. Through the tall plants, I see several blonde ponytails. The girls from class.

“Did you, like, see her? Talking to Alexa?” one of them giggles.

“What a dork,” her friend replies.

“I cannot believe she actually tried to talk to me!” a third voice exclaims.

More giggling.

Tears filling my eyes, I race down the pavement and out to Grandpa’s car.

“How was it, Cara?” Grandpa asks.

“Horrible!” I exclaim. “I think I’m going to drop out of class.”

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“It’s . . . complicated. Can we go home, please?”

Grandpa pulls out of the parking lot. I take one last look at the community center, determined to never come back.

Which story did you like the best? Are you going to check out Elysium’s blog? Based on their stories, can you guess which fear each doll has? Do you like writing short stories? If so, check out An Author’s Odyssey!

AGs in Alaska

Valentine’s Day Advice from Crystal

Hello, darlings! It’s Crystal, here with a few Valentine’s Day scenarios! I hope you enjoy the post, and have a great V-Day!

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Scenario #1: You have zero idea as to what to get your BFF for Valentine’s Day.

What to do about it: What is your friends interested in? Does she adore chocolate? (Just make sure that if she is allergic to nuts, you don’t get her chocolate with nuts in it . . .) What about stuffies? Maybe you don’t even need to get her a typical V-Day prsent at all . . . if she likes photography, get her a memory card! A hand-written note saying why you value her friendship is a nice touch, too.

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Scenario #2: All of your friends are going out on dates, and you’re the only one stuck at home.

What to do about it: DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT sit around upset about it. They’re out on dates, where they are so focused on looking/being perfect, but you get to sit around in your PJs and paint your nails, watch cheesy romantic comedies, and make popcorn! Which one sounds better to you?

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Scenario #3: You are SO BAD at art, and all of your Valentine’s Day cards look like they were made by an alien with no thumbs.

What to do about it: There are three options here: Explain to your friends that you did your best but you are bad at art before you give them their card, buy your cards at the store, or don’t give them a card at all. If your friends are real friends, they won’t mind a messy-looking card – they’ll value the person who gave it to them instead!

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Scenario #4: You ate too much candy and now you have a cavity forming . . .

Sorry. Can’t really help you with this one.

That is all my advice for today! I’m going to wrap this post up with MY definition of Valentine’s Day.

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Val·en·tine’s Day

noun

A day to celebrate friendship (even if it isn’t of the romantic sort) and have fun! Eat candy. Exchange little presents. While it is okay to celebrate Valentine’s Day with a boy (as long as your parents are okay with it), you can have just as much fun (sometimes more, since you aren’t worrying about being/looking perfect) if you hang out with your BFFs.

I’ve gotta run – catch your guys later!

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2017 Wrapup

Well, well, well.

On June 1st, 2017, I (AGs in Alaska) published my first post. Since then, amazing things have happened.

I have 45 followers.

I have published 80 posts, including this one.

I have gotten 2,932 views!

I have views from these countries:

  • United States
  • Canada
  • United Kingdom
  • Spain
  • India
  • France
  • Kenya
  • New Zealand
  • Greece
  • Ireland
  • UAE
  • Brunei
  • Romania
  • Indonesia
  • Japan

And I have done some pretty epic photostories/shoots!

In June, I did my first tutorial on how to make an AG stopmotion.

In July, I did my first-ever photoshoot feauturing Crystal. Here are my favorite pictures from that:

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I was also nominated for my first award by the AG Homeschooler!

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In August, I did my first photostory with Lindsey and Morgan. Boy, was that a mess. It was raining and my mom’s iPad was getting all wet. 😦 That was the day of the 2017 Total Solar Eclipse!

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In September, I celebrated 20 followers!

I also participated in the Back-To-School Tag (thanks, Kaylyn!)

In October, I started doing Day in The Life posts, beginning with Crystal.

The girls also celebrated Halloween with a ridiculous spooky prank!

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In November, we had a epic birthday bash!

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The girls also celebrated Thanksgiving!

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I also did my first Q & A! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Then, December got a little bit crazy.

I worked crazy hard to get the Twelve Days of Christmas done. Here are the highlights of that:

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And, on Christmas Day, the AGIA family welcomed Tessa Elizabeth into the family!

 

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And now . . . it’s New Year’s Eve????

Seriously, that does not seem possible. Just yesterday I was ringing in 2017. And now? It’s almost 2018, people!!!!

I want to give a HUGE thank-you to every one of you amazing people who read my blog! I am inspired and impressed by each and every one of you guys daily. I want to give a few special shout-outs to:

You guys are amazing and I could not do this whole blogging thing without your support and encouragement. When I first started blogging just six short months ago, I never imagined that I would make such amazing friends as you guys.

Happy New Year from the American Girls in Alaska family! I hope 2018 is wonderfully blessed for you with all of God’s grace and love!

Love,

AGs in Alaska, Crystal, Lindsey, McKenna, Morgan, Emily, Molly, Grace, Tessa, and . . . Coconut, Grace (the dog), Cooper, Chocolate Chip, Yank, Bennet, and Bonbon

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

Twelve Days of Christmas, Day #12: Surprise! (A Photostory) + Giveaway Winner

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!

It’s Christmas! Finally! December 25th, 2017.

I hope you all are having a very merry Christmas. Please, chat away in the comments. Tell me what you got, what you’re having for dinner, how your family celebrated, traditions, etc.

And now, onto the epic Christmas photostory I promised you! (Apologies in advance for any blurry/dark pictures!)

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“Can we open presents now?” Lindsey begs.

 

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“Why not?” Crystal replies. “It is Christmas, after all.”

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“I think this one is for you, Lindsey,” Molly says, handing Lindsey a bright red bag.

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Lindsey unwraps the present.

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The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict!” she squeals. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

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“This one is yours, Grace,” Morgan says sweetly, holding up a brown box tied with a bright red bow.

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Grace opens the box. “Earrings!”

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“This one is for you, Morgan,” Emily tells her sister softly.

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“Aw, a chew toy for Chocolate Chip! He’ll love it – thank you!” Morgan exclaims.

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“Now, here’s your present, Em,” Morgan says, handing Emily a Santa Claus bag.

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Emily pulls out the wrapping paper.

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“Oh, a music book!”

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“Thank you, everybody.”

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“Hey, Crystal, here’s yours,” Molly tells Crystal, holding up her present.

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“Oh, for me?” Crystal asks. “Thank you.”

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“Eek! A fairy costume! Hold on, let me go put it on!” Crystal shrieks.

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She returns a few minutes later wearing the glitzy costume.

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“McKenna, this one is yours,” Lindsey says.

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McKenna opens the box excitedly. “A FITBIT!!!!”

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“It fits perfectly!” McKenna exclaims. “You guys are da best!”

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“Here, Molly,” Grace says, holding up an owl bag. “I think this one is yours.”

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Molly pulls out the tissue paper, practically smothering herself.

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“SAT Secrets! It’s just what I wanted!” Molly exclaims. “Thank you so much!”

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Lindsey snorts ungracefully.

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Emily elbows her. “Lindsey.”

All of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

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“Hey, who’s going to get that?” McKenna asks. “We’re all in our pajamas.”

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“I’ll get it,” Crystal answers. “I’m the only one not in my PJs.”

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“Um, Crystal, maybe you shouldn’t-”

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Crystal ingores her and jets up the stairs in her fairy costume.

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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

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“Oh, my apologies,” Crystal says, sliding her fairy mask on top of her head.

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“Is this the American Girls in Alaska family?” the girl asks in a Southern accent.

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Crystal nods. “Yes, it is. I’m Crystal.”

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“Hey, who’s this?” Grace asks, bounding up the stairs.

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“I have no idea,” Crystal replies.

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“I’m Tessa,” the girl says in a Southern accent.

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“Hey, I’m Grace,” Grace introduces herself.

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Molly suddenly appears out of nowhere. “Hello. I’m Molly. Sorry we’re all in our pajamas.”

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“It’s fine,” Tessa says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

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“Hey, who’re you?” Lindsey asks rudely.

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“Lindsey, be nice,” Morgan chides, appearing behind Lindsey. “Hi, I’m Morgan, and this is Lindsey.”

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“Are you our new sister?” McKenna asks. “Hi, I’m McKenna.”

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“And this is Emily,” Morgan says, prodding Emily forward.

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“Why don’t you come downstairs?” Crystal asks Tessa.

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“Alright,” Tessa agrees.

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Back downstairs, Morgan says, “We’re so sorry, Tessa. We don’t have a present for you.”

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“Yes, you do,” Tessa tells her. “You’re my new family. And that’s the best thing I could ask for.”

WELCOME TESSA!

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SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I GOT A NEW DOLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tessa Elizabeth is a customized Truly Me #24 doll who I bought off of Ebay. I purchased a wig from Beautifully Custom, the Cocoa Caramel Swirl wig. Isn’t it gorgeous????

Anyway, I love Tessa sooooo much, and I hope you’ll all welcome her into the American Girls in Alaska family.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for . . .

The giveaway winner!

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Kaylyn!

Congratulations, Kaylyn!

I will be contacting you shortly to get your shipping address.

Thank you so much to everyone who entered!

If you would like to enter another giveaway of mine, never fear, because I will be doing one shortly. I am thinking about doing one for my 100th post, which is very soon.

A big thank you to AG Doll Dreams for her amazing Fitbit tutorial and to Micah @ Mixiepixie7 on YouTube for her mini book tutorial. Go check out AG Doll Dreams blog here and, if you’re allowed to, check out Micah’s channel on YouTube.

Okay, everyone! That is all for now! I will be back later today with The Christmas Tag, which I was nominated for. But until then . . .

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

AGs in Alaska