Zoë has a lot of dolls. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot (the ones pictured above are just a small selection). What does a 21-month old need with so many dolls? I don’t know, but she sure does love every last one of them.
As I sit here and I put one of the doll’s clothes back on for the umpteenth time, I’m thinking, what is worse…
- The dolls whose clothes don’t come off, and who get filthy and there’s nothing I can do about it?
- Or the dolls whose clothes do come off, and I have to constantly dress them over and over, but at least I can wash their clothes?
I don’t know what that has to do with anything, but it’s just one of those random thoughts that come into my head as a Mommy. It’s definitely not something I ever thought I’d be contemplating… ever.
What types of things have you found yourself contemplating as a Mom that you never would have imagined?