She was introduced to our home by Aunt Kendall (my sister) this week. Aunt Kendall discovered her, her friends, her house, her horses, and a whole bunch of her things at a yard sale. And, Aunt Kendall decided that our house needed a new home.
It's a good thing she did because now Barbie has a loving mommy. Sariah is Barbie's new mommy. She bathes her, feeds her, plays with her, puts her to bed, and even sings to her.
Here is Sariah discovering her new toys the morning they were delivered:
Here is Barbie going to bed:
And here is Barbie watching a movie with Sariah and Emerson:
Included in the set was a pregnant Barbie. She has a magnetic stomach that you can take off, and a baby is all curled up inside there. It sounds totally weird - but it's really cool. It helps Sariah understand that when she sees a woman who is pregnant, there really is a baby in there. She's starting to understand, at least in her 3 year old way.
Sariah has been fascinated with the fact that Barbie wears underwear. She has textured plastic covering her necessities, instead of having a bare bum like before. She knows Barbie is a girl, but was frustrated with the fact that she couldn't tell what the gender of the baby was. One day, we had a conversation that went something like this:
Sariah: Mom, is the baby a boy or a girl?
Me: I don't know. Why don't you look?
DISCLAIMER: I am not a mom who will "hide" certain things. Sariah knows what girls have, and what boys have. I will not fluff up how a baby comes out, or divert any questions. I want Sariah to come to me with questions when she has them, and know that I will answer them honestly.
Sariah: I can't tell. There's nothing there!
Me: Is there any other way you can tell if the baby is a boy or a girl?
Sariah: I know! It's a baby girl!
Me: How do you know?
Sariah: Because she LOVES to talk a lot!!
What a funny conversation we had. I am glad that Sariah recognizes that girls like to talk a lot, but I still question where she picked it up. I love the way her mind thinks!
8 years ago
1 comments:
Ahhhh Barbie. I LOVED my Barbies and it makes me happy that little girls out there are not just playing with those obnoxious Brats dolls or even worse the Miley Cirus "stuff". There is a lot to be said about imagination (and where poor, unattainable body image comes from, but I dirgess ;) Let the play begin!
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