Something has happened the past month, since Christmas really. Phoebe has, and a dare I type it out loud in case it’s a brief passing phase, but she’s become a doll girl! The mountains of handmade and storebought dolls that decorate her room are actually getting outfit changes and going to bed and having snacks. They have names and discussions with each other and plans for the day. It’s pretty awesome to be able to hand over a box of doll clothes I made when I was a kid and have Phoebe be really excited about it. Or to bring down the teeny tiny re-ment toys I’ve been saving for Barbies and watch Phoebe’s face light up. Even if it means those teeny tiny toys being strewn (lost) all over the house. I’ve so excited to see this stuff get some play that even the control freak in me is happy.
And then forget you ever read this because I certainly didn’t say it or jinx anything.