When girls collide

January 14th, 2009

When your daughter’s new doll is 18 inches tall, and your new daughter was 16 inches tall, the brief span of Daddy’s Girl fits entirely around the length of an American Girl. Are they one or are they two?

(Mommy saved her baby clothes, and her baby didn’t save a trace.)


  1. It all seems to come to us so quickly and pass by in the blink of an eye…

    Comment by Cat — January 14, 2009 @ 10:06 pm

  2. An American girl lives here too!
    Only traces of that little baby remain.

    Comment by Bridge — January 14, 2009 @ 10:39 pm

  3. Just the other day, I found myself struggling to get off of the floor while holding Baby Puppy in my arms. She’s HEAVY. When did that happen?

    Comment by Mama Zen — January 15, 2009 @ 5:37 pm

  4. MZ: Heavy? We have no idea.
    Heavy: You have no idea. Wait until they are 9 1/2 and three-quarters of your own body weight. Still, we lift!
    Reminds me of the book, “I Love You Forever.”

    Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — January 15, 2009 @ 5:54 pm

  5. I came home from work tonight to find our American Girls decked out in their latest outfits (courtesy of Grandma from Texas.) I have to admit that I love them as much as my girls.

    Comment by Kristin H. — January 16, 2009 @ 4:39 am

  6. Love You Forever creeps me out. I have to hide it so it is not chosen at night (I also get weepy when I do read it, for some no doubt corny reason) But I can’t throw my once 20″ precious first born in the air anymore. It is cool but shocking how this business of constant change is really true.

    Comment by Chris Austin-Lane — January 16, 2009 @ 7:21 am

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