Well, I love having a little girl. Girls are cool, boys drool.
Today I ventured to Target to look for a Christmas gift for her. I had a few ideas, but none were there. So I looked around a bit. I found the doll aisle.
She doesn't really play with dolls. They're just not her thing. She does have one at home she got last Christmas and she puts it in her hand-me-down doll stroller, with Elmo by its side, and pushes them around the house. That's about the extent of that.
But I think her baths are getting boring for her. There's only so much fun you can have with bubbles after you've eaten most of them. Plus I think she's getting over the same plastic sea creatures and rubber ducks she's had in that tub since she was around 6 months old. It's time for some water adventure in the tub.
And I frankly don't care whether she plays with dolls or not. So let's consider this just an experiment, without the gender biased intent...honestly.
I picked up this baby doll you can get wet and bathe in the bath with you. Anna likes to wash her own legs and feet and belly and hair. Maybe she'll enjoy this on a doll or something too. And the doll comes with a robe and undies that resemble a diaper.
"There's a thought" as I saw a package of tiny little baby doll diapers sitting on the shelf, belonging to some other doll type. Will she be less combative during diaper changes if I get her to change her baby's diaper too? Hmmmm...I picked up the box.
The downside for her is that first I have to throw that doll all around the room to make Anna catch it, get Anna to try to hold it down from the squirms and squeals, get Anna to come up with a cool toy to distract it, or else call for another set of two hands before she can put the baby's diaper on.
Girls.
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