I was babysitting for my granddaughter earlier this week. I'd been out of town and hadn't seen her for a week-plus, so I was aching to get my hands on her! When I ran out to the car to grab her from the car seat, she was wildly swinging her arms up and down like a majorette, and screaming with delight to be at "Poppie's house, Nannie's house," as she declared aloud.

I find every little thing to be such a joy with this doll. I've got the bug for sure. Now that she's talking lots, it's even mor...
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