Last night we gave Hazel her first doll.

Hazel loves trucks. She loves cars. She loves anything with wheels that you can push and crash into something else. She has so many toys and stuffed animals that I haven't thought it necessary to add to the mix by giving her a doll up but Ben ordered some sort of princess doll set to give to her that we went and picked up yesterday.

We set the Snow White-looking Barbie on the floor in front of her.

She ran away and wouldn't go near it.

This morning, she saw it sitting on the chair and went over and shoved it off onto the floor.

Guess we're sticking with trucks for right now. I'm totally okay with that! The longer we can hold off on the super girly stereo-typical activity, the better!

Although, I was hoping that I would be able to use Hazel as my excuse to why we had to bring up all my old Cabbage Patch dolls and clothes from the basement. Guess that's out of the question for awhile.