So growing up I LOVED to play with my brother Sam and his G.I. Joe and Star Wars figures. When he was sick I would pretend I was sick also so we could play, and visa versa. HOWEVER...I love my dolls. I had 8 that I raised, including the one I adopted from my sister because I didn't think that propping your doll up on the bed all day constituted suitable motherhood. (Don't worry she's a fantastic mother now.)
When I was 20 mos. old and they brought my younger brother Sam home the first thing I said was, "That's my dolly."
I was one of those fortunate kids (and rather spoiled come to think of it) to own several
cabbage patch dolls. I even had the preemie one with the mini bassinet and stroller.
Oh how I loved my babies. I fed them, changed their diapers and clothes and even put them to bed, all lined up in my bed, where there was barely enough room for me:)
My main dolls were Matthew, Miles, Brandon (the preemie) and Gracie (my sisters.) My other dolls were non-cabbage patch dolls who I loved just as much even thought I can't remember their names.
Here I am with a generic Cabbage Patch Kid which my mom called "their cousin." I totally fell for it. Her name was Jessica. She didn't have a full head of hair and her face was different. Besides, I mean pink hair. That's not natural for a kid.
OK, my brother Sam was the cutest kid ever.
This is Matthew and I. He had a tooth, so cute! No wonder I want a boy so much, I raised 3 of them already.
Here I am with a "real" baby. Whenever someone came to visit with a baby I just couldn't get enough.
Even better, TWINS!
Fascinated with how small her feet are.
So the other day as I was buying our stroller (I wanted to put my $200 REI dividend towards one before it ran out at the end of the year) I was thinking how I can't wait to push MY OWN BABY in MY OWN STROLLER. I've been pushing other people's kids around for years. Now I get a turn:)
