Isabelle's "baby"

When Isabelle was younger my dad sent her a Cabbage Patch Kid named Charlie Lucille, who looks very much like the CPK I had as a child. We tucked the box away in Isabelle's closet, intending to give it to her when she was older; however, last week Isabelle discovered the box and was determined to open it.

For several nights in a row she'd lug the box, which was as big as she is, out of her closet and bang on it. Sometimes she'd bend down and talk to the doll through the clear plastic portion of its packaging. Her attempts to rescue the doll were finally successful when she turned the box on its back, climbed on top of it, and stood on the plastic until it collapsed under her feet. This left an opening wide enough for her to stick her little hands inside and start tugging at the doll.

So I took the doll out of the box and decided to let her hold it. She likes trying to take off its jacket and shoes, and poking at its eyes.