oh, yeah ... the dolls

I sincerely doubt you'll know who these two little kiddos are ... but they were my life when I was four.  Or five.  Probably both.  Probably even six.

I did love dolls when I was little and I loved my Chatty Cathy.  And who knew ... but ol' Chatty Cathy had some siblings.  Yes she did.  Twin siblings (I'm sure that made for some fun sibling rivalry ...) who acually stole the limelight.

And they had cool names, too.  Tiny Chatty Baby and Tiny Chatty Brother.  Mattel could really name toys!

Here's the brother ... I mean, Tiny Chatty Brother.

And his sister ... Tiny Chatty Baby.

I was such a clever kid that I kept their given names.  Because that's what you were supposed to do, right?

Well, I still own ol' Cathy and her siblings.  And although Cathy and her little sister Tiny no longer speak, Tiny Chatty Brother still can.  He can cry, he can proclaim himself a good boy and he can ask to go for a walk.  I still love him.  And I will not do anything to harm the only voice box he's ever known.

The one thing I no longer owned, though, was the teeter totter that these two played on tirelessly.  And suddenly, I had to have it.  Don't ask me why.

I searched eBay and ETSY and finally found a teeter totter for them.  And not just any teeter totter, THEE teeter totter.  THEIR teeter totter.  But I wouldn't pay the price.  $99?  Nope, I didn't want it that bad.  So I searched on and I waited.  

Eventually I saw another totter listed on ETSY.  This time is was for $49 and included a Tiny and her brother.  Plus shipping.  Shipping was outrageous and even though I wanted this teeter, I still wouldn't pay it.  Plus I didn't need the kids.  And so, I waited.  

Eventually, the ol' teet became available again.  With the dolls and with an authentic toy rattle!  Whoo hoo!  What made me give in and make the purchase ... was that Tiny herself could still speak.  Brother, nope.  But Tiny did.  I already had talking Brother ... and now I could have talking Tiny, too.  Plus the price was right.  $49 plus the dolls, plus the rattle (whoo hoo!) AND FREE SHIPPING!

Sold.  Had to have that rattle.  Just kidding.  The rattle wasn't even really theirs.  No telling why the seller threw in that little bonus.

Anyway, said dolls arrived about a week ago and have sat in my kitchen in their box ever since.  Rick was tired of walking aroung the large box and finally asked me to open the dang thing.  And I did.  Tonight.  Why did I wait so long?  I guess the hunt is more exciting than the kill.  Or ... perhaps I was afraid that Tiny wouldn't actually speak like I was promised.  I still don't know.  I don't want to know.

Rick is dying to know why I needed another set of dolls.  Silly man.  So I can have TWO talking dolls that I won't listen to AND A TEETER TOTTER!  And no, Rick, I'm not going to play with them.  Much.

Shut up.

Here's the prizes:

Tiny Chatty Baby (girl) wrapped in a gorgeous Hawaiian-looking dress made entirely of a WalMart bag.

Her adorable (?) little rattle that I have no clue where it came from.  Nor why it was included.  And no, I don't really think it's adorable.  Ugly comes to mind.

The main prize I was after.  

I knew you'd want to see how the kids arrived.  Safe and sound.  And suffocating in all that plastic wrap.  Can't complain, though.  They made it all in one piece.

And finally,  Bro.  Legally named Tiny Chatty Brother.  And far be it from me to mess him up by changing his name.  He's already ruined because he had to travel naked.

Know what Elizabeth said when she saw my purchases?

"You guys sure had scary looking dolls when you were young.  I can't stand to even look at them."

Sigh.

No taste at all.  None.

;)