I arrived home from our trip on Adelaide's first birthday. I found it terribly hard to be away from her. I'm usually pretty relaxed about most things, but while I was away I had this awful feeling that I was never going to see her again. I think partly because she was still so little, and partly because she was so desperately wanted in our lives before she ever came into existence.
About a month ago Henri observed that Adelaide needed a doll. This was after watching her push toy cars around. I agreed, so while I was in Paris I went on the hunt.
I found this soft-bodied little brunette doll - faintly vanilla scented of all things. She has the sweetest face, but the outfit is dreadful - all synthetic and bright, lairy pink.
The first order of business was to give dolly a Townmouse makeover.
That's better. She now has a gently shirred Liberty top and pin-tucked linen skirt.
Adelaide is rather impressed with her - giggles and smiles when we hold dolly out and gives her little cuddles. Her little girl behaviour is such a novelty in our house; so sweet to see.
