When Meggie was born one of the gifts my mom gave me was my well-loved childhood Madame Alexander doll for me to pass down to Meggie. Well, Meggie never really was a doll kind of girl. She preferred playing outside, playing with stuffed animals and playing with toy cars to playing with dolls. It was a tough blow and completely unexpected.
When Meggie was six we made a special mother-daughter pilgrimage to New York and I took her to the American Girl Place, which if I had gone at her age would have sent me into a complete frenzy, but instead of frantically choosing a doll that looked just like her and begging me for several outfits (like I would have done), she asked for a horse. She had no interest in the dolls - and I had even scheduled a special tea for us where the waiters attach little chairs to the table for your very special doll. She wanted none of it. Let's just say I was disappointed. I insisted that she get a doll and then bought the horse too, because I realized the unfairness of my living vicariously through her. We had tea. All was well. She even played with the doll a bit since we were in New York with her very best friend Clara and Clara was excited to have her new doll and encouraged Meggie to play too. By the end of the trip Meggie was a convert and her doll went everywhere with us, but gradually she was forgotten again.
Katie was my "transition into doll world" girl. She would play with dolls and quite enjoyed it but was often recruited by Meggie to play animals instead. Taking her to New York to pick out her doll was a bit closer to the experience I had dreamed of with Meggie. We had the tea, Nicky sat with us, all was well.
Josie is the doll queen. Finally. She LOVES dolls. She's dying to get her American Girl doll when we go to NYC for her six-year-old birthday. I can hardly wait, we're both giddy with excitement.
The funny thing is, as Meggie has been more and more surrounded by doll-loving girls she has started playing with them more and really enjoying them. Her doll is named Skylar - Meggie chose her and named her. At the American Girl Place you have the choice of either picking a doll that looks like you, or picking a doll from history that has already been assigned a name and a bit of a story. Meggie picked a doll that came from the "My Twin" group - only she didn't pick a freckle-nosed, curly haired, blue-eyed, red head; she picked an olive-skinned, straight-haired, brown-eyed, brunette. Go figure.
Katie picked Nicky and she is a doll with a story - she's a cowgirl from Colorado and I think Katie just really liked her outfit. Katie's stylish like that.
So, now we have American Girl doll beds, suitcases, clothes, you name it, and everyone likes to play. All that to say, the girls were OVER THE MOON when a package arrived from the Parkers in Japan full of belated birthday presents . . . this is what they got:

