Guys and Dolls
I just bought John a doll for his 4th birthday. I had it made by Christina at Bamboletta. And to link where links are due, I found Bamboletta on SouleMama's amazing blog.
We were worried that John wouldn't attach to a doll. The boys got these for Christmas and they were promptly thrown to the bottom of the (very large) stuffed-animal bin. Wendy has been wild about dolls for years (she prefers the American Girl dolls) and John and Michael play with her from time to time.
But something kept nagging at me that John needed a boy doll. He just did.
The box arrived on the day of his birthday. He and I walked to the post office with the slip and stood in line, anticipating. He handed the slip to the postal worker and the box was brought out. We tore into it in the lobby. As soon as the doll was in sight, John grabbed him up and gave him a hug. Then we strolled home. Rounding the corner into our backyard he was met with squeals of delight not just from his sister but from the three neighbor girl-friends who were playing there. That cemented the deal. The doll was cool. The doll had found it's place. The doll was HIS.
His name is Max. He looks a lot like John. He sleeps in John's bed. His clothes get changed. He gets snuggled in front of PBS and comes in the car with us. The little dolls from Christmas have been dug out of the bin for Michael. Their names (yes! they have names now!) are baby Max and baby Jack. They sleep in Michael's bed and get lugged around, too.
Please excuse the dated-ness of this video. I remember it fondly from childhood and it's been in my head all month, appropriately.
We were worried that John wouldn't attach to a doll. The boys got these for Christmas and they were promptly thrown to the bottom of the (very large) stuffed-animal bin. Wendy has been wild about dolls for years (she prefers the American Girl dolls) and John and Michael play with her from time to time.
But something kept nagging at me that John needed a boy doll. He just did.
The box arrived on the day of his birthday. He and I walked to the post office with the slip and stood in line, anticipating. He handed the slip to the postal worker and the box was brought out. We tore into it in the lobby. As soon as the doll was in sight, John grabbed him up and gave him a hug. Then we strolled home. Rounding the corner into our backyard he was met with squeals of delight not just from his sister but from the three neighbor girl-friends who were playing there. That cemented the deal. The doll was cool. The doll had found it's place. The doll was HIS.
His name is Max. He looks a lot like John. He sleeps in John's bed. His clothes get changed. He gets snuggled in front of PBS and comes in the car with us. The little dolls from Christmas have been dug out of the bin for Michael. Their names (yes! they have names now!) are baby Max and baby Jack. They sleep in Michael's bed and get lugged around, too.
Please excuse the dated-ness of this video. I remember it fondly from childhood and it's been in my head all month, appropriately.
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posted by Sarah at
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2 Comments:
cute little video. I've never seen it before. We gave Nathan a soft doll when Kielle was born because he wanted a doll but we were afraid he'd hit her with the doll and so a soft doll seemed appropriate. He named her Baby and never went anywhere without her for a few years. I would often have to run back in the house to get her to avoid meltdowns!
that's so awesome!! i grew up listening to my older sister's LP of Free to Be You and Me! last year, i found a copy of the CD at a local thrift store - my children LOVE it, especially william has a doll!! none of our other friends have ever heard of it. when my infant son is old enough, he'll have a doll because "someday he is gonna be a father, too!"
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