Reenacting A Reenactment

We visited a Civil War reenactment a few weeks ago, and we were inspired.
Dressing our doll house dolls in the most authentic clothes we could find
(even using construction paper and tissue paper), we made paper tents and
set up our camp on a large piece of green felt. Of course, the point of
the reenactment we went to was the war, but we only played the most
domestic (and interesting) side. I thought you might enjoy seeing some
pictures of both events...

1. The battlefield stretched out before us.
2. The Tanker family talks to Mr. Withrow while they prepare to eat
dinner. (Each doll house family has a name, and some of the names stick
forever.) : )
3. My sister pushes her stroller past the camp.
4. Mrs. Withrow similarly takes care of her baby. There are mothers
everywhere!
5. We loved watching the cavalry--they were one of the coolest parts!
6. Avery admires the horses in the stable.
7. The Union flag flies high over one of the cutest tents.
8. Mrs. Roscoe (the doll I commonly play with!) gives Savannah
instructions while they set out dinner.
9. The soldiers came marching back to camp just in time for us to take a
few pictures before we left. So awesome!

That was a lot of fun! : )

Adventures in Dollhouse Land

In our new school schedule each of us older kids has a scheduled time to play with Emma and/or Betsy Bea. Betsy Bea's hands-down favorite thing to play is dollhouse. Although I keep branching out to other games for us to play, we always return there. I thought I'd share some funny things that have happened while we are playing.

Betsy Bea insists on always using a certain dollhouse Daddy and when I asked her about it she said, "He looks like Tyler."

Any other dollhouse daddy was declared to look like "Goob from Meet the Robinsons." : )

Yesterday, I threw her doll a birthday party with real miniature books I had made as the presents. One of the books was called "Christy Hunt". Her doll replied, "Oh, thanks, I'm sure my dad will read the hunting one."

Today, she was looking through a bag of accessories before our dolls went camping. She discovered an interesting hinge that was in the bag for some reason and the 'wheels' starting turning. "I can use this for a tortilla press," she decided.

Whenever our dolls would go places, my daddy doll would open and shut the door for the mommy doll. Her people used to always explode out of their separate doors and get to business. Now her daddy opens the door and the mommy politely thanks him.

We played dollhouse dentist one day, (BTW-the dentists were always washing their hands in a bird fountain rigged up for the job), and the boy doll named Avery had a cavity. A few days later I was talking to Anna about a story I was writing with a character named Avery in it and Betsy Bea pipes up with, "Avery had a cavity." That took me a little while to make the connection.

So, it's been fun and she even sings me a Josh Groban love song while we play. I asked if she liked the song and she said, "No." "Then why do you sing it?" "Because it is dumb."