Entry FeedDaughter loves her babies.
It is sort of funny, because by the third child, I felt like we had enough toys crowding our house so we really didn't buy anything new. We had lots of puzzles, games, balls and building toys, along with the million or so cars. I wasn't trying to turn her into a girly-girl, so I didn't bother with a doll.
One Saturday morning we were out for a walk, and we passed a garage sale. Daughter wasn't even 18 months old yet, but from her stroller she started yelling and pointing, "Look, Mommy! Babies!!!!"
Sure enough there were two very well loved dolls. For $2.25 we got both dolls and some clothes. One of these dolls, still nameless but who Daughter calls, "Baby" is still her favourite in the entire world. Now she has others, more expensive dolls. But the first one she saw and picked out is still the one.
Daughter now has 3 cradles, 3 strollers, and two chairs for her "babies." She loves them, and pretends to be a mother. Her brothers, for some strange reason that only boys may understand, like to grab her dolls and bash their heads against stuff.
My boys aren't particularly violent, but there is something about the soft bodies and the hard heads that seem to make them want to do this. Fingers crossed they will outgrow this long before becoming fathers.
A few minutes ago, we were all sitting in the basement when Son Two grabbed one of Daughter's dolls, a Cabbage Patch, and used it to beat another doll to death. Really - he knocked her in the head and it popped off!
Husband and I sat, still as could be, waiting for Daughter's reaction. Luckily, this wasn't her favourite baby, but it was still a treasured one. Son Two froze, head in one hand, body in the other. Son One jumped into action, "Cool! How did that happen?"
I quickly jumped in with, "I'm sure that Daddy can fix it!"
Thank goodness Daughter didn't start to cry. I think she may be in shock. Now the boys are singing, "Momma had a baby and her head popped off!"
Kids are morbid.
Morbid....but fun!