When Kitty was a very tiny new little baby we didn’t have many baby toys. Newborn babies don’t really need toys, I suspect they’re mostly for the parents at that point and we were still getting our heads around the whole actual real life baby thing. But every now and then as she got bigger and bigger we’d head out for the day and come across something that we thought was cute, and she seemed to love and because we were new parents and spoiling the baby was the best thing ever, these little bits and bobs used to come home with us (actually spoiling the baby is still a lot of fun it’s just that space and the bank balance render us a little more selective).
Emily was one of the first of our baby toys. She’s a very popular Lamaze toy so we’re far from the only ones with an Emily, but ours is special to us because she was Kitty’s first dolly. And then she was Elma’s first dolly. and now she is Pip’s.
Kitty thought she was first and foremost a chew toy, we used to wave Emily’s hand to say hello to Kitty, Kit would reach straight out, grab her and munch (poor Emily), but she got her fair share of cuddles too. Elma was all about the cuddles, although as soon as Emily appeared back on the scene, I seem to remember she ended back up in Kitty’s bed a fair few times before Kitty realised that cuddling and sleeping with something that is very noisy and has lumpy bits of plastic on her isn’t actually that fun and she was passed down to baby Elma with her blessing. And now it’s Pip’s turn to chew on the plastic rings, to rub his fingers on her shoes and make them crinkle and to drop her to the floor with that inimitable rattle and swish.
The girls have gone on to have a vast collection of dollies, princesses and teddies, all of which are dearly loved and I don’t doubt that Pip will too in his time, although maybe fewer princesses unless he really wants one. I know it might have been sweet if they’d each had their own first dolly, but actually I love that they’ve shared Dolly Emily, that they will all look back and remember her fondly.
And she’s holding up pretty well; her face might be a bit smudgy and her hands well chewed but she’s still smiling.
She’s a crazy little girl in a pink dress with the most amazing stripy tights, and she’s a part of all of my children’s babyhood.