I had the pleasure of Carissa's company a couple of days last week. My girl is all girl in some ways, but has a few tom boyish quirks. She doesn't care for Snow White, Cinderella, Minnie Mouse, or Sleeping Beauty; preferring Scooby, Pluto, Lightening McQueen, and Mickey Mouse. She refuses to wear dresses (although I recently saw her looking absolutely beautiful in a blue dress), and instead prefers shorts, jeans, and t shirts. Carissa has not been much on dolls preferring dogs instead. She dresses her dogs and has them all named.
We went to Walmart looking for some Crazy Eight and Go Fish cards to keep at Grammy's house. While we were there, we checked out the toys for some Christmas ideas. We went down an aisle and Carissa said, "Look at that doll Grammy." What? Grant it, the doll had a little dog. I asked Carissa if she wanted it. Her answer was, "Sure, Grammy." We got the doll that says mama and cries. We got a couple of outfits and a diaper bag filled with wet wipes, baby powder, juices, a bottle, spoon, and baby dish.
As we were walking to the car, I started throwing out girl names. She picked the name Jenny for her new baby. It may have changed by now, because she was having difficulty in remembering it. This was a girl's afternoon, and we were on our way to get pedicures. We pulled up to the nail salon. I was listening to something on the radio so was sitting there finishing listening to the news. I glanced back, and Carissa had gotten out of the car seat and was trying to secure her doll in it. She said her baby needed her seat belt on, so she wouldn't fall out when the door was opened. She left toys in her lap to play with while we had our nails painted. Carissa picked a pretty blue shade and had a little white flower painted on each of her big toes.
She played with her doll all afternoon, changing her clothes, feeding her, rocking her, and changing diapers. I had to hand her back to her Dad, so they could take Mommy to Sea World for her Birthday Weekend, but it was a wonderful day that I hated to see come to an end.
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