A month ago Matilda did not have any dolls. And we were honestly okay with that. Matilda loves to play with her brother's toys and can make car sounds with the best of them. She growls while pretending to be a monster chasing Parker around the room. And they cook together, making me the worst things they can think of just to see my reaction. I honestly did not think that she needed anything else.
But here she is, with a handful (or two) of dolls sent from so many people. And I have to admit, Matilda loves them. She kisses their cheeks, feeds them crackers, and offers them juice. She lines them up in a row, she shares them with everyone, and she messes up their hair. It is so sweet.
