I’ve always been a fan of dolls. Barbies, American Girl Dolls, My Child or Cabbage Patch Kid dolls... any baby doll, adult doll, strange-in-between doll. The magical pull that these dolls all provide is the activity of dressing and undressing them. I now have a new doll and her name is Vivien.
All parents derive joy from providing for their children. There is nothing more beautiful than a mother nursing her offspring or a father doting on his little one with a bottle. We love the idea of wrapping them up and keeping them warm, of great, safe car seats and different gadgets that keep baby clean, secure, and in the presence of stress-free parents. Those things are great... but I think that there is also some of the fun, frivolous and superficial provision that makes most parents (read: mothers) very excited.
Clothes.
Yep. There’s no denying it. Your baby does not care what he or she is wearing. The adult equivalent of sweat pants and a t-shirt -- the white onesy -- would suffice each day. The clothes are all for us adults. In order to inspire oooooo’s and ahhhhhh’s from our friends and even strangers we spend a great deal of time and energy on baby’s outfit.
Or at least I do.
There was a strange sensation when I realized that I was having fun dressing little Vivien. I felt a familiar feeling and could identify it as the same kind of joy coming from my childhood hobby -- dolls. Is that so bad? What’s a new mommy to do? I’m still wearing my maternity clothes, am always covered in spit up and milk, am feeling decidedly fat and unattractive; thus, having little Viv be beautiful makes all the difference in the world.
All parents derive joy from providing for their children. There is nothing more beautiful than a mother nursing her offspring or a father doting on his little one with a bottle. We love the idea of wrapping them up and keeping them warm, of great, safe car seats and different gadgets that keep baby clean, secure, and in the presence of stress-free parents. Those things are great... but I think that there is also some of the fun, frivolous and superficial provision that makes most parents (read: mothers) very excited.
Clothes.
Yep. There’s no denying it. Your baby does not care what he or she is wearing. The adult equivalent of sweat pants and a t-shirt -- the white onesy -- would suffice each day. The clothes are all for us adults. In order to inspire oooooo’s and ahhhhhh’s from our friends and even strangers we spend a great deal of time and energy on baby’s outfit.
Or at least I do.
There was a strange sensation when I realized that I was having fun dressing little Vivien. I felt a familiar feeling and could identify it as the same kind of joy coming from my childhood hobby -- dolls. Is that so bad? What’s a new mommy to do? I’m still wearing my maternity clothes, am always covered in spit up and milk, am feeling decidedly fat and unattractive; thus, having little Viv be beautiful makes all the difference in the world.
Vivien doesn't always like it, but she sure does look cute. Our little bug.
This one was a gift from Mimi (as is the first one). Thanks Mimi. Somehow it reminds me of Dorothy.
This is a beautiful sleeper from Judy. So soft and cuddly one can't resist taking a little snooze with the little one. It even comes with a hat!!!
Bruh me be like: 9 years later seeing this blog 😐😑🙄
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