Reading this has given me new eyes with which to look upon all the pink/princess/Barbie little girl marketing. The author's point about the sexualization of little girls with Bratz dolls, et al, was not exactly a new discovery, nor was her concentration on the learned "meanness" of the elementary set that plays out through kids programming and products. It could have gotten really preachy really easily. However, I enjoyed reading this and it has made me more aware of marketing ploys that target my daughter, our dollars...and our attitudes and values. We've had some deep conversations already in the toy aisle of Walmart.
Then we went to see the McKinney cousins at Molly and Papa's...Aunt Toni had given Keala a makeup kit for her belated birthday...and these two cuties couldn't wait to get into it!
I'm not sure the author would have authorized this, but there was some serious southern girl fun going on. They kept asking each other "how much make up do we have to wear?" I started to chime in that they needed none because they are already such beautiful girls, but they got their punchline in before I could by answering themselves with "there's never enough!" Oh, lordy.
Then it was time for a fashion show...
Their American Girl dolls got some visiting time together.
Lolo spent a lot of time looking through toy catalogs.
How could you refuse that face anything?
Next, we were off to a baby shower for Mimi Debbie's granddaughter, Blake. I've decided I'm doing only handmades for baby showers from here on out, so these were my gifts: onesies that I hand embroidered from patterns I randomly chose from various websites. My needle was flying--I finished all four in two evenings!
Casita Kelley finally got to begin her tough-love-possession-purging business with us this weekend. We finally got into the storage room that my parents have had for the last, oh...25 years!! Room B-17, here we come!
Casita Kelley didn't bring her Casita this trip. Instead, she got to inaugurate the Molly Folly. I did have to take a picture of this man on a motocycle pulling a "camper" even smaller than the casita. It is possible to down size even more apparently.
Perhaps that traveling fellow lives here?
And somewhere in there, it was homecoming.
Little Miss charmed our pirate mascot out of gold coins, as well as achieving her goal of catching a spirit t-shirt tossed into the crowd after a touchdown. Yes, we had actual touchdowns! We even won. Note the mini-mum she's wearing. How cute is that? It even has a tiny cowbell. The FCCLA was selling them at school. And I have no idea what FCCLA stands for...
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