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A Dollhouse to Die For…

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Dolls, Dolls, Dolls.  When I found out I was having a girl, I panicked.  Largely because of Barbie Dolls.  They scare me.  I really just didn’t feel like having a house full of plastic boobs.  My husband and I discussed the possibility of banning Barbie from our home, and while I hope this is possible, I am not entirely certain it will be…except for Skipper.  I loved Skipper—she was so cute.  Why could she never edge out her snotty older sister and take top billing?

Anyway, I digress.  Barbie terrified me, but for sure, there are other dolls I’m secretly doing a happy dance over in hopes of welcoming them into our home.  I was about 5 years late on the whole American Girl doll scene.  While I’m pretty sure I will grow to despise these excessive creatures and their exorbidant related expense, I remember looking through the catalouges that came to my younger sister with dedicated interest.  You could get a mini desk for your doll?  Your pajamas could match your dolls’ pj’s??  It doesn’t get much cuter than this.  Aww…And, secret confession: Mommy wants to hit up the American Girl store, since back in the ancient era of my childhood, nothing this cute ever existed.
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Hang with me, Baby Girl.
We are so, so going up up from here…

And then in general, dollhouses…Not sure what the deal is, but they are fascinating structures.  My daughter currently has the Fisher Price baby version that isn’t really cutting it.  I remember playing for hours with my Sylvanian Family house (oh yeah—now there’s a blast from the past.  Remember those sweet little creatures?  And here’s the thing–they still exist and there’s an entire online shop!).  All the different rooms, little doors, mini furniture.  Umm…so basically my daughter will be getting the most slammin’ dollhouse ever for the sole reason that her Mommy is apparently obsessed with miniatures and didn’t have ample opportunity to squelch said obsession during her own childhood.  Lucky Baby Girl—dollhouse to die for coming to a playroom near you!

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Meredith

Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, where she dedicatedly earns her title one epic parenting fail at a time, offering quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents and all their empathizers. She has been part of several best-selling anthologies, featured on prominent sites such as Huffington Post, In the Powder Room and BlogHer, and loves her role as the Executive VP/Operations Manager of The BlogU Conference. When she's not breaking up fights over Legos and juice boxes, she remains fully committed to sharing a less serious look at the world of parenting.
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