Thursday, February 10, 2011
I picked up Baby Goshua, as my son likes to call my Cabbage Patch Kid doll, last night and realized Joshua's soother is broken. The ring has snapped.
Although saddened by this, I suppose I am not all that surprised.
Joshua has seen a lot. I received him as a Christmas gift from my aunt the year of the Cabbage Patch Craze in 1983.
I wasn’t expecting to get one but was so excited when I opened the package and saw his blue eyes starring back at me. (My aunt was hoping I would hate him so she could keep him but it wasn’t to be. Joshua is unique. He is smaller than a full-sized doll but is not a preemie.)
While Joshua was the perfect baby, I was much older than my son is now when I received him. And while I did leave him in the car once, causing his head to get super soft in the sun, I never threw him down the stairs, hit him, laid on him or bashed him on the floor because he was crying too much.
As a note, my guy is made to apologize when he does such things and I tell him we never throw babies down the stairs. Try saying that in a serious voice when talking about a doll.
So while I am sad my Baby Joshua now has a split soother, I am glad he is being loved all over again.