Dolls, Dolls, Dolls. When I found out I was having a girl, I panicked. Largely because of Barbie Dolls. They scare me. I really just didn’t feel like having a house full of plastic boobs. My husband and I discussed the possibility of banning Barbie from our home, and while I hope this is possible, I am not entirely certain it will be…except for Skipper. I loved Skipper—she was so cute. Why could she never edge out her snotty older sister and take top billing?
Hang with me, Baby Girl.
We are so, so going up up from here…
And then in general, dollhouses…Not sure what the deal is, but they are fascinating structures. My daughter currently has the Fisher Price baby version that isn’t really cutting it. I remember playing for hours with my Sylvanian Family house (oh yeah—now there’s a blast from the past. Remember those sweet little creatures? And here’s the thing–they still exist and there’s an entire online shop!). All the different rooms, little doors, mini furniture. Umm…so basically my daughter will be getting the most slammin’ dollhouse ever for the sole reason that her Mommy is apparently obsessed with miniatures and didn’t have ample opportunity to squelch said obsession during her own childhood. Lucky Baby Girl—dollhouse to die for coming to a playroom near you!
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