I am not a doll person
This is a scary weighted doll that I bought off eBay for doing baby carrier demos.
Pretty horrifying. Her hair is all weird and coarse, like it was cut with a butter knife by a crazy person, and her outfit is um...not exactly stylish. Like Holly Hobby mixed with clown.
And you know, I don't like clowns. At all.
The kids are both fascinated and repelled by her. They want to touch her, but veeeeeeery carefully, like she is going to come to life and attack them at any moment.
She is very unlike our only other baby doll Paul (bought for Julian to prepare him for having a baby brother), who gets hugged and kissed and dragged around and dropped on his head. Paul is the best, because he never complains, no matter what you do to him...which is SO unlike a real baby.
Occasionally we waterboard Paul, and then squeeze him and watch him pee. Then he continues to leak water and leave wet spots all over for the next few week, even though you squeezed and squeezed and thought he was empty. Just like a real kid!

I think I'm going to change her clothing and see if that helps. Maybe it's her intense, ice-blue eyes that make her so creepy? Or her mouth? Geez, does her mouth need to be THAT wide open?
I was making her talk to Adrian and say scary things, but he just thought it was funny and laughed. This photo is funny because the Hindu god Brahma and I are looking at these two. Brahma AND Mama. And I just realized that the doll's crazy-person hair looks just like Adrian's crazy-baby hair.



