Well, my aunt saw how enamored I was with the doll and went to get me one….but there weren’t any left – correction: there weren’t any white ones left…just a black one. Well, she bought it and I loved it. It didn’t matter to me that it was black. It was actually even cuter since the expressions were more noticeable with the dark skin contrasting with the whites of her eyes. (My dad got the biggest kick out the doll, and on many occasions he requested that I find the doll to show company….even into my adulthood!)
Okay, so fast-forward to Gianna as an infant. A lot people happened to comment that she reminded them of a Cabbage Patch Doll and I may have mentioned that I would have to get her one some day. Well, – a few weeks ago, my dad and mom were coming over and wouldn't ya know, my dad announces that there was a sale on Cabbage Patch Dolls and he couldn't resist buying one for Gianna. “Oh,” he says, ”and they only had black ones left.” Déjà vu!
Let me go on record here as saying that I truly have NO problems with my child having two black baby dolls – I just think it is absolutely hysterical that they happen to be her ONLY two baby dolls at the moment. So, I sandwiched her in between the two cuties and I got so tickled thinking that Gianna looked like the filling inside a Double Stuffed Oreo.
(Above) Ready to give a kiss. (She actually puckers and kisses.)Surprised look to the right..... (remember now, she's opposite from us!)
Sleeping baby....Pouting baby....Silly baby...Now doesn't this one just take the cake? (My husband says this one’s a little freaky, but she really is quite adorable.)