Meet Chacho

This is Chacho (on the left).

Or at least, this is who Elsa has decided on as the embodiment of her . . . friend . . . Chacho.  We aren't exactly sure when Chacho entered our lives, since his name was mentioned casually here and there at first (Chacho? Is that a new kid at daycare?), but we think it was sometime last summer.  Over time it became a little clearer to us that Chacho is Elsa's imaginary friend.  Where she got the name Chacho, God only knows.  As time went on and his name was mentioned more frequently and more details were revealed to us, it became clear to us that Chacho was here to stay. Welcome to the family, Chacho.

I've read that this behavior is pretty normal in kids this age (but hey, if any child development specialists are out there and would like to disagree, I'm all ears), and at this point it seems pretty benign and just might be helping our resilient little 2-year-old ride out all the crazy changes in her life in the past 4 months. 

Well, here's what we do know about Chacho.  He is a boy, he has orange hair, and we think he still has a baby sister named Maisie (haven't heard much about her lately though).  His mom's name is Jeannie. This is Jeannie:



Chacho's dad doesn't really get much attention, and at this point still doesn't have a name, but here he is:

Chacho likes pink, green, and orange, likes to ride the carousel at the Christmas market (and we all had to wave to him as he went around while we watched), and otherwise pretty much likes everything that Elsa likes.  Recently she has referred to him as her cousin, but we're not totally sure about that fact.  So Chacho, we've really enjoyed your company, and although you live at the castle across the street, we really hope you'll come with us to Wiesbaden. 

Elsa and Chacho on the carousel (Chacho's in the back)