So for Ady's 3rd birthday I decided it was time to give her the dollhouse that my father and I spent countless hours building when I was young. Was 3 maybe a bit too early for a breakable dollhouse with tons of miniature pieces? Maybe. But it would be worth it.
On her birthday morning I facetimed my parents and led her into the playroom where it sat. She immediately gasped and threw herself in front of it. We opened the box with all of the pieces and she began to play putting everything into rooms and loving each second. For hours each day after that she would play with the dollhouse and I was beyond excited.
And then, a few weeks down the road, things changed. She started breaking little pieces here or there and I was constantly fixing them. Then, on one morning, she found the styrofoam piece glued under a sheet for the master bed and tore it to shreds. I was furious as it is such a special piece of my childhood. That was it. Last straw. The dollhouse has since been put back into storage and will re-appear for her 4th birthday.
Maybe.
Three year olds are tough! Seeming so old in some ways, and so young in others...
ReplyDeleteTotally understandable, it was worth a shot to try.
ReplyDeleteI gave Anna my dollhouse on her 4th birthday. She's never been easy on things and did ok. Unfortunately, she has never loved the dollhouse as much as I did. Kind of a bummer! Hope next year works out better for Ady!
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