Barbie...
When I was a kid, I never really played with Barbies. In fact, I never owned one. I am not sure why this happened, but my parents had limited funds and maybe that was the reason why. I probably would have played with them, but never had the opportunity. My best friends growing up were twins. They had everything Barbie. They had the Dream House, a pool to go with the house, a camper and tons of Barbie fashions. If it was a Barbie accessory, they probably had it. I was jealous of them for this reason. It was not rational, buy hey I was a kid and kids get jealous.
Saturday, Sophia's Grammy bought her a green Barbie Volkswagen Beetle. First you must know that Sophia is totally in love with cars right now, especially Volkswagens, so it is perfect for her. She had a Barbie that somebody had given her when she was born, so Bob found the Barbie and gave it to her. This Barbie had on a princess dress that I felt would not do for driving a VW Bug, so I went to Target and bought her a set of Barbies clothes.
Last night we finally opened the package of clothing, Sophia was so excited and to be honest so was I. We started dressing Barbie and the stinking clothes don't fit very well and when you read the fine print on the back of the package it states, "Fashions fit most Barbie dolls." Not only did they not fit well, they started to rip. I was more disappointed in this than Sophia. I must say that Barbie has some hips and it is hard to put pants on her.
This morning she saw the Barbie and the VW sitting there and started to play with them both. Barbie, of course, could not wear what she was wearing and had to change her clothes before going on a trip. I helped Sophia change the clothes and then pack the little Barbie suitcase with another outfit for her journey. Sophia loads Barbie into the car and she was off. Her car trip lasted all of about a minute when it was time to change her clothes again. Of course, Sophia, needs my help with this task, because the clothes are so hard to deal with. Anyway, she looked so happy while trying to dress Barbie and it made me realize that she really is growing up so fast. I had to smile as I watched her on the floor sitting on her knees trying like hell to get Barbie into her car.
I thought about my own childhood again. Did I miss much not having Barbies? I will never know. I might have missed some frustration, but maybe I missed a sort of rite of passage for girls. At least now I can sort of live through my own little girl and be excited for her.
Saturday, Sophia's Grammy bought her a green Barbie Volkswagen Beetle. First you must know that Sophia is totally in love with cars right now, especially Volkswagens, so it is perfect for her. She had a Barbie that somebody had given her when she was born, so Bob found the Barbie and gave it to her. This Barbie had on a princess dress that I felt would not do for driving a VW Bug, so I went to Target and bought her a set of Barbies clothes.
Last night we finally opened the package of clothing, Sophia was so excited and to be honest so was I. We started dressing Barbie and the stinking clothes don't fit very well and when you read the fine print on the back of the package it states, "Fashions fit most Barbie dolls." Not only did they not fit well, they started to rip. I was more disappointed in this than Sophia. I must say that Barbie has some hips and it is hard to put pants on her.
This morning she saw the Barbie and the VW sitting there and started to play with them both. Barbie, of course, could not wear what she was wearing and had to change her clothes before going on a trip. I helped Sophia change the clothes and then pack the little Barbie suitcase with another outfit for her journey. Sophia loads Barbie into the car and she was off. Her car trip lasted all of about a minute when it was time to change her clothes again. Of course, Sophia, needs my help with this task, because the clothes are so hard to deal with. Anyway, she looked so happy while trying to dress Barbie and it made me realize that she really is growing up so fast. I had to smile as I watched her on the floor sitting on her knees trying like hell to get Barbie into her car.
I thought about my own childhood again. Did I miss much not having Barbies? I will never know. I might have missed some frustration, but maybe I missed a sort of rite of passage for girls. At least now I can sort of live through my own little girl and be excited for her.