If you're still singing a slogan for a doll two decades after it aired on TV, you know it's a good commercial. Did anyone ever actually have a KID SISTER doll? I was never fortunate enough.

Simon got a vintage Cabbage Patch doll for Christmas. It's about twenty-some-odd-years old. My younger brothers (how are they possibly twenty-some-odd-years old?) used to play with it, although I doubt they would ever admit to it. My mom gave it to Simon because she figured if any family needed a doll, it was ours. Sad to say, he has only been a victim of violence in our house... He's survived a gang beating on the trampoline, a stabbing through the heart, and several thousand pretend bullet shots. He doesn't need a parachute when flying down our stairs and he makes a fantastic ball for soccer games in our living room. I have put my foot down and said the doll is no longer allowed out of Simon's crib. My boys think he's in prison, but really I am protecting him from further abuse. I don't know if Simon will actually "play" with it, but I need him to survive for Simon to make that decision for himself. So far, I think Simon is jealous he's got more hair and bothered he's taking up crib space...
for the Grandparents, there are clips of Simon's floppy head on the video blog.








not this cute anymore!

































