what a doll

When Olivia (age 10) was a toddler and little girl, she would have nothing to do with dolls.  You can imagine that this was like a stake through my heart.  I mean, I don't really care for the frilly dolls with the long hair and lacy dresses, but a good baby doll?  There's nothing better!  And all the accessories cannot be beat:  the little bed, the high-chair, the play food for mealtimes, little diapers (minus the real-life ick), the tiny doll quilts.  Love.

Fortunately, we had another daughter.  And true to her "blaze-your-own-trail" form, she loves dolls.  Of course, I was sure to get Sofie her first baby doll when she was scarcely bigger than a doll herself, for indoctrination purposes.  But it probably wasn't necessary.  Sofie is all about the doll.

 

The doll, and pink...a match made in heaven.  I made her this little doll quilt out of her old toddler sundresses, and, I must say, I did a better job than anyone had a right to expect:

 

I even put a binding on, for heaven's sake.  That's not at all like me.  Here is the back:

 

It so much reminds me of Sofie toddling around in her little sundresses and bare feet that I can hardly stand it.  But, I digress...

As I was saying, we have all the appropriate accessories--the cradle, the food, little bitty strollers, and even a little drying line (which is even cuter on the back porch):

 

And we've moved on to the bigger dolls--Hopscotch Hill dolls, which are American Girl dolls for kindergarteners (the four on the right):

 

Too much cuteness, and I haven't even talked about our dollhouse.

So, what would be the moral of this story?...Um...maybe that, if you can't live vicariously through one child, try another?

All I know is...girls rock.

Comments

[Noni]

Oh, how I love this post!!

[whitehousemom.livejournal.com]

Awww...I think I need a girl. I'm soooo sick of dump trucks.