Officially, the Barbie movies are really terrible. Barbie Mariposa is not one I would recommend by any means. Oh how I love sparkly nail polish, Polly Pocket, bad Barbie Movies, baby pools, and Bitty Baby. My life is consumed by three little girls this week. I’ve heard the word ‘NO!’ more times then I could want to count. I did, in fact make them watch the last few minutes of the game today. They cheered on Spain with me despite the fact that they had no idea what Spain even was or what they were cheering for. It was an exciting moment. Spain was the team I planned on rooting for from the get go if somehow the world got confused and Brazil didn’t make it into the finals, which is was evidently happened. So I’m pretty pleased. Well, more than pleased. I’m pumped. I’m sorry German fans. I’m here for you despite the fact that you laughed at my pain when Brazil lost. If you need a hug, I am here. One day, it won’t hurt as much. You won’t get weepy when you watch soccer commercials. This first day will be difficult, but rest assured, you’ll make it through this.