So when I was pregnant with Zoe, Kevin and I swore she would never play with Barbies.When I was a little girl I played with Barbies,tons of them.I never got any weird complexes, because of Barbies ill proportioned body,but when I was pregnant with lil' Zoe bear, the idea of her playing with such a prim and proper prissy doll seemed...stupid.
Fast forward,two kids later,and a trip to my mom's house one day two summers ago...this is what our living room floor looks like most days...
Covered in plastic some clothed some un-clothed ...barbies! I'm not really even upset about the fact that the girls play with these dolls,to tell the truth they spend more time coloring and painting or making up things to play than they actually spend playing with barbies.
And in all actuality, it's not as bad as my 21 year old self thought it would be.
And I must admit,I do like playing barbies with them...but shh don't tell my angsty teenage self that!
What about you mom's and dad's? Do you let your daughters (or sons) play with Barbies? Are you in fear of them becoming..."Barbie Girls"?
xoxo