Get Her Outta Here!

I'm sure many of you have seen this commercial:

I've put it on here for Fan Target who has no TV. I tried to explain it to her, but I don't think I did it justice.


I have always had a fear of dolls. Especially clown dolls. So much so that I risked being fired for looking like a looney-tune when I asked the mom of the family I nannied for if they minded getting rid of the child-sized Gymboree clown doll they owned. Just knowing that it was in the nursery closet freaked me out too much.  I would sit in the rocking chair facing the closet, rocking Max at night, just waiting for that evil clown to open the door and get me... (Dina kindly obliged and let me keep my job! ha!) I've had a tough time with all of the dolls Olivia has accumulated over the years- but for some reason, I've been able to tolerate baby babydolls way more so than dolls that look like older kids (A'la' Chucky...) UNTIL NOW.

The way the USPS commerical family felt aboout their clown, we feel about the crawling baby Morgan Jane got for Christmas!

There she is freaking out for Uncle Trav to get it out of the box...

Here she is trying to grab it out of his hands as soon as the doll has been freed...

Here she is admiring its crawling skills....

Here she is bowing to her- Ahhhh- she's under the doll's spell already!!!!

The thing moves on its own, and we haven't quite figured out what makes it go, which is creepy in and of itself.
Is it motion censored...?
On an internal timer...?
Possessed by the DEVIL???
Here she is trying to attack Miss O, whose just sitting on the step, minding her own business...

Don't let that cheery laugh and that baby babbling fool you! We think she's up to something sinister, we just have to figure out what it is!!!

All I know if that the other night Jas and I were watching TV in bed and I got up and there she was trying to crawl in our room! I swear on everything holy, that she was in the living room the last time I saw her! Our sunken living room... You wanna tell me how she got up that step??? Thank God for the wooden floor return at our door or she would have crawled in and got us in our sleep, I just know it!

We hate this thing:

Morgan loves her... and will cry if we turn heroff.

She's smart.

She knows we have the power to make her work....Damn.
I hate to do it, but I really think this precious doll might have to move on to seriously creep out bring joy and laughter to another family...