…even when there’s a dollhouse in the room!
I love that they will play house with the grandbaby! They are such proud uncles and have already proven their love through numerous toe nail paintings, tea parties and even an occasional “rock the baby” moment.
What especially warms my heart today, though, is seeing them play with the dollhouse even though the grandbaby is not here! At their ages, it kind of feels like the last time I saw my daughters playing Barbies. Knowing they are growing up so fast makes me want to just duct tape all their favorite toys to their bodies and pray it stops time just for a while longer.
Boys play so “boy-like”, regardless of the toy. From infancy it seems they learn car sounds and the “put-put-puts” of a motorcycle engine like it were a natural first part of speech. (Which I believe it is!)
Though still maintaining a nice level of masculinity, they have spent the last 30 minutes moving cars and dogs throughout the dollhouse’s corridors. They like to press the button that flushes the little dollhouse commode.
If you were here, you would experience the sounds of a “tornado” as it nears the dollhouse and the safety preparations of its’ inhabitants. You would fear that at any moment the imaginary tree is going to come crashing down across the roof, killing the people, and splashing their blood all over the place. (kind of morbid, I know…..sorry 😉
The little kitchen adequately provides make-believe snacks…every 5 seconds…just like my boys really demand.
The doll swing goes round and round just like what all little boys believe they experience on the playground, regardless of what limb or body part may be broken in the failed landing.
My boys still play “house”. Yay!
And now I have this picture to use for blackmail during their teenage years! (In my most sinister voice…) Bwa ha ha haaaaaa!