Our Girls

When I was young, my mom surprised me and my sister with life size dolls for Christmas. We loved our dolls...especially me. My doll was just my size. Not only did I always have a friend to play with, but I could dress her up and dance with her. My perfect doll had elastic on the bottom of her feet, so I could slip my feet under hers and waltz to my heart's content. Everyone was blissfully happy until the day my little sister decided to decorate her doll's face with marker. The next thing I know, both dolls are being thrown away. Why both dolls, you might ask? Well, if I remember correctly, my mom wanted to be fair. The horror, I know. This is the distressing memory I have carried around with me since childhood.

Well, my mom decided to make the life size dolls again. A true labor of love. This time they were for our daughters. Oh, the joy! I was thrilled for E. My sister and I wanted to have coordinating pjs on the dolls, but someone didn't bring pjs for their doll and then we ended up giving them to the girls early. But regardless, they were still excited and so now my childhood lives on...with a happy doll ending.

The girls love to play dress up. Here they are dancing at the Ball. You know, THE Ball from Cinderella.

So cute.

E's hanging out with the women folk, learning how to make Fat Noodles. It's a favorite tradition in our family, especially with me. I've always loved this meal and when we added people to the family...men folk...I gained some competition. Thank goodness we make enough each year for several helpings.

They always have a great time together.