Baby Me


Poor little one. She looks so sad here. We realized recently that as the youngest with 2 older brothers Shaela was growing up in a house where the only thing approaching a doll was a Teen-age-mutant-ninja-turtle, Batman or Superman figure. Grandma and I took her doll shopping. That was a whole new experience for this “boy mom.” This is the baby doll she picked out. I was personally thrilled that it didn’t talk or yell at me when I got near it nor did it drink or wet it’s pants. When asked later what her doll’s name was, she gave it a little thought and my 21 month old said, “ME.”

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