I don't know if you all know this, but when I was a little girl, I had a slight obsession (slight being the understatement of the year) with Barbies. I loved Barbies. I still do. I walk down the toy aisle at Wal Mart and feel like a little girl all over again. I want them all. I want to play with them, and dress them and comb their hair and act out little storylines. But I don't. Because I'm....well, I'm 30. (I can't believe I just admitted this online. Big step for me...BIG......HUGE.) So, I'm waiting for Alivia to get old enough to show a little interest in Barbies, so I can run out and buy her everything I wished I had as a little girl. Nothing like living vicariously through my two year old daughter, right?
Well the other day, I stumbled across this online. And holy moly - I was overjoyed! And I don't think I'm gonna wait for Alivia to show any interest this time. No - this one is for ME, ME, ME. God has been listening to my prayers.
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