She rarely plays with just one doll. She rarely plays without getting on some mismatched, loud, abstract “outfit” to play her role of mother. Which makes me wonder what this says about me. I understand the more than one baby thing, but the outfits? Not so much. The purple socks with brown Sunday shoes, the striped turtleneck sweater on a 75 degree day.

She makes me smile every time. I hear her upstairs, opening drawers trying to find just the right combination of apparel to complete her ‘look.’ And I know what’s coming. She clunks down the stairs in her shoes, holding three ‘babies’ and a bunch of books, all stacked up like logs in her arms. Chattering the whole way (of course), she takes the dolls out to the sunroom for reading time. She smiles through the whole process. And so do I.

“If one advances confidently in the directions of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”

-Henry David Thoreau

April 16, 2010 - 6:13 am

Kara - whoa, that IS a crazy little outfit she’s got going. :) Love how she’s got multiple purses too…or is that a diaper bag and a purse?

April 16, 2010 - 7:56 am

Betsy - :) Not sure just what she was thinking, Kee. I think it’s a purse and a big hand-me-down bag for her baby’s burp cloths.

April 16, 2010 - 12:05 pm

Shannon - I personally love the slumped over baby on the back lol! It’s as if to say…”get over it, fend for yourself, I’ve got three babies to tend to geesh!”

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