I had a dream. A dream about a dollhouse. In that dream, I bought Alexis the biggest, fanciest, old style wooden dollhouse you have ever seen. I, er, I mean we would spend hours arranging tiny wooden furniture and placing little pieces of perfectly cut carpet and hanging spiffy little pieces of flowery wallpaper and I, er, I mean we would love and cherish that dollhouse for years.
Then I woke up, peered around our tiny little townhouse, and realized that dream will have to wait until I have a big ol' playroom for my, er, I mean her dream dollhouse.
So then came Mrs. Goodbee.
Sure, she's plastic and she makes noise, meaning she is an evil sort of toy, but HOLY HELLOLOLLIPOP does the Toddler love that thing. She plays and plays and plays and plays. Every. single. day. It is by far her absolute favorite toy right now. She's had it for over a month, and the girl still adores it, to the point that it is currently my "threat toy." (As in, "Quit XYZ or I'll take away your dollhouse." It ALWAYS works.)
Somewhere along the happy trail of peacefully playing toddler bliss, we figured we would get the kid some more accessories for her dollhouse. After all, dollhouses sort of require dolls to be fun. So we picked up a few extra dolls and some furniture and all was good.
Until I watched the Toddler set up a slumber party and realized that there was a very severe shortage of testosterone in her dollhouse.
So off we ran to Target to pick up a boy for the dollhouse. Sadly, Target didn't have any. So, we ran to Wal-Mart, where there was also a total and complete lack of boy action. We tried Toys 'R Us. Lather, rinse, repeat. No. boys. anywhere.
I tried to substitute.
Alexis would have none of that nonsense.
So, off we went to more stores. It took THREE Targets, a Wal-Mart, and TWO Toys 'R Us before we finally found a man.
He was a handy man.
Yes, he is sitting on the toilet. Alexis says, "He's pooping." He's been doing that for several days now. Poor guy.
A few days later, as luck would have it, I found the only other man available for Mrs. Goodbee. And, yes, I do know that I could have bought any little guy, but I have a thing about brands having to match. I seriously will not wear Adidas work out pants with Nike shoes, not even to run to the grocery store. So, there is NO way a Fisher Price dude was walking into Mrs. Goodbee Caring Corners land.
It is positively hysterical (I think) that the man I finally found came complete with a couch and TV. If Mrs. Goodbee were more of a gender neutral sort of toy, it would probably would make me all sorts of cranky that the only two male figures are engaging in such stereotypical behaviors. However, it's definitely a girly sort of toy, and little girls might as well learn early that men like tools and they like to watch TV. A lot. Besides, it only took Alexis and I a few minutes to rectify the overdone gender roles thing.
Make sure that your little boys know that is how life is supposed to look. :-)
So, after much effort and searching, the Mrs. Goodbee kingdom was complete. Except, there seems to be a problem. TV Dude is MISSING. In fact, I haven't been able to find him for two weeks. Also MIA? The Bed Lady. I don't know where the two of them have run off to, but I have torn this tiny townhouse to pieces trying to find them. I mean, I have actually cleaned in an effort to reunite them with the rest of the dollhouse peeps.
I guess Bed Lady was so excited to finally see a man, she's hiding him somewhere so as to not have to share with all the other chicks.
(The above photo is the last time Bed Lady was seen hanging out in Mrs. Goodbee. Come back Bed Lady!)