Toyland

Yesterday was little William's second birthday. We took him stacking/nesting blocks, a wooden puzzle, some clothes and a little See'n Say.
I've been thinking about toys.
Often I think about my own toys, and I can almost hear them calling to me from the storage unit. They must miss me as much as I miss them. Yes, Mrs. Beasley is there. She is in the box with Baba Looey and Lamb Chop, my paper dolls, Little Kiddles and my Effanbee baby dolls.

 Someday when I have that elusive bigger house they will all come back to live with me again. Just spending time with them always makes me happy - like going home.
I found someone who can fix Mrs. Beasley's voice and give her a new pair of glasses! I would love to hear her voice again - I can still hear it in my head and I remember most of what she can say.
"Speak a little louder dear, so Mrs. Beasley can hear you."
"Long ago I was a little girl just like you."
"Would you like to play jump rope?"
"If you were a little smaller I could rock you to sleep."
I think a lot about how toys have changed from when I was a little smaller! It was a big deal when dolls could talk, walk, wet their diapers and grow their hair. I remember when posable Barbies were so exciting! Now toys are all electronic and kids don't play the same way.
I search hard for William's presents' and as much as toys have changed, the classics are still around if you look for them. For Christmas William is getting a Fisher Price piano and a giant coloring book with the BIG color crayons. I can't wait!

Me and my own Baba Looey

I still love to wear hats!