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            <title>My Earliest Memory: dolls</title>
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            <description>chatty cathy
My earliest memory is of getting a brand new Chatty Cathy doll for Christmas. I was fascinated by her ability to speak, and to randomize her lines, so that I could not predict what she would say the next time that I pulled the cord on the back of her neck.
I loved that thing. The last I saw of it, the doll was looking a bit bedraggled and worse for the wear. It disappeared roughly around the time that I got one of the first Barbie dolls as a gift. Next Christmas? Birthday? Can&amp;#8217;t remember.
 
Filed under: Ephemera Tagged: Barbie, Chatty Cathy, doll, plinky, Toys and Games (Source: white pebble)</description>
            <author>white pebble</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 12:54:59 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The doll on the staircase</title>
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            <description>Am I allowed to speak of it? My life. I was always assured by my mother that discussing my life with others was not only rude but forbidden. Regardless of my own reasons for speaking, she told me that it was certain that anyone else would think I was being snobbish and aloof.
It was a large house, an empty house, filled with only one child and that was me. Our house was one of only a very few houses that my grandfather had allowed to be built on the vast tracts of Ohio farmland near Cincinnati that he had bought at the beginning of the depression in the early 1930’s. The house that he had built for himself and my grandmother was in the style of an Argentinian ranch house, complete with a turret on top of the roof that gave a 360° view of the surrounding countryside and of the Ohio River...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 21:16:59 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Opposite of Green</title>
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            <description>Planet 100 counts down their top five biggest &amp;#8220;Eco-contradictions.&amp;#8221; The ideas they find are oxymoronic – and just plain moronic!

Post from: BlissTree (Source: Breastfeeding 1-2-3)</description>
            <author>Breastfeeding 1-2-3</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 23:41:48 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Passing Down the Breastfeeding Knowledge</title>
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            <description>This morning, my 1.5-year-old found a doll of her 7-year-old sister&amp;#8217;s. She didn&amp;#8217;t want to give it up, and I told my older daughter that I would not intervene because the doll was not being hurt and there was no reason not to let her sister play with it. My older daughter knew she couldn&amp;#8217;t grab the doll out of her sister&amp;#8217;s hands, so she had to get creative. She applied the attachment parenting techniques that I have used in the past! She asked enthusiastically, &amp;#8220;Do you want to come with me and put dolly to bed?&amp;#8221; My toddler nodded and started following her sister upstairs. Halfway up the stairs on the landing, they had to make a stop. What do you do before you put a baby to bed? You nurse her, of course!
My 19-month-old nursing the dolly
It was lovely to s...</description>
            <author>Breastfeeding 1-2-3</author>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 02:05:17 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Suckling Suzy?</title>
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            <description>Okay everyone! Find your senses of humor and put on your thinking caps. It&amp;#8217;s time to rename Bebe Gloton, the unfortunately named breastfeeding doll! &amp;#8220;Bebe Gloton&amp;#8221; is a term of endearment for a baby in Spain. (Read more from yesterday&amp;#8217;s post: No Special Breastfeeding Doll Necessary). 

I sometimes admire my baby&amp;#8217;s chubby arms, legs and belly so I suppose it&amp;#8217;s not such an awful thing to affectionately call a baby gluttonous. Still, I would think there is a better name out there for a breastfeeding doll. Do you have any suggestions, tongue-in-cheek or otherwise? I have gotten you started with the first name that came to my mind: Suckling Suzy. Yes, yes, it&amp;#8217;s an awful name that sounds a bit like the title of an adult film or the name a baby pig. I know...</description>
            <author>Breastfeeding 1-2-3</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 07:31:06 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>No Special Breastfeeding Doll Necessary</title>
            <link>http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2691467&amp;cid=t_168429_87_f&amp;fid=36050&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.blisstree.com%2Fbreastfeeding123%2Fno-special-breastfeeding-doll-necessary%2F</link>
            <description>The new Bebe Gloton breastfeeding doll has some people up in arms although I do not quite understand all the fuss. I heard the concern expressed that young girls might play with the doll, decide they like breastfeeding (yay!) and then &amp;#8212; here&amp;#8217;s the inexplicable leap &amp;#8212; suddenly decide they want to have a baby! Yet somehow we let our little girls play with dolls with baby bottles, and there&amp;#8217;s no concern there? Does that mean that breastfeeding is sexual or that a breastfeeding doll sexualizes the young girl who plays with it? Give me a break! 

I suppose I can see some people&amp;#8217;s concern with the &amp;#8220;flowers&amp;#8221; that represent the nipple and areola. Personally those do not bother me one bit. I teach my seven-, four- and one-year-old girls the correct anatomic...</description>
            <author>Breastfeeding 1-2-3</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 06:01:54 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>April 8/09 Hildy needs a Twitter Intervention.</title>
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            <description>There are a few things on Twitter I have discovered.
One is that making an account for Hildy is a bit creepy. I had to though, since famous fictitious television characters get their own accounts, I figured the attention-seeking whore that my little miss hildy is, that I&amp;#8217;d give into her constant whining demands.
Well actually, it&amp;#8217;s  more like little wimpers as if someone were jogging on a Cupie Doll, to be more exact.

Trust me, you can only take so much of that shit, and then finally give in. I&amp;#8217;m sure Hildy would be the perfect weapon of tourture for Guantanamo Bay. After years of silence those poor inmates would be spilling their guts in no time.
She does have that kind of power, trust me.
However, her typing skills really suck and I&amp;#8217;m the one having to input her...</description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 15:43:37 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Nurse Barbie and Doctor Ken</title>
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            <description>Barbie just turned the big 5-0 this year. Doesn’t she look great? I don’t know too many 50 year old women that can still fit into a size 0 pair of skintight pants. Barbie and I grew up together and I always wanted to grow up to be just like my Barbie Doll. She had the coolest clothes, drove a sports car, and lived in a dream house. I wasn’t sure that I wanted a boyfriend like Ken. He was kind of dorky. Sorry, Ken. You just weren’t my type.
Barbie was the type of girl who could do anything. She was always the Home Coming Queen, the coolest girl at the malt shop, and the prettiest girl at the beach. When it came to career choices, my Barbie always wanted to be a nurse. Look closely.  Barbie was a three-year diploma nurse. In your face ANA.  Not everyone has to go to a four year schoo...</description>
            <author>Nurse Ratched's Place</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 23:40:01 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Barbie and the breast</title>
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            <description>Barbie turns 50 this week. I think we all know who she is. I got my first Barbie Doll when I was 5 years old. I played with Barbies until I was 12, I even learned to sew by making outfits for her. At least I don’t have to search very far to determine the source of  the misguided self image I grew up with. I thought to be beautiful you had to have long legs, a tiny waist, no rear and big breasts. Imagine how many young women suffered brain damage trying to morph into a doll that was created in a toy factory. Now we learn that she was modeled after a German sex doll – go figure.
Truthfully though, breasts are beautiful. I never thought of mine that way until after I had two children. I was one of those women whose breasts got better after childbirth, not worse. I went from an A cup to a...</description>
            <author>Life with Breast Cancer</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 19:41:23 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Wasted Days and Wasted Nights</title>
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            <description>Not the kind of wasted that is fun, either.
For about the last month or so (or maybe year or so), I just can&amp;#8217;t get my ass in gear to do the things that need done. I get up in the morning with big plans to do this and that. But, soon, I&amp;#8217;m diverted to something else&amp;#8230;.usually something that I just want to do. Needed things are just not getting attention around here. I start them or piddle with them a bit, then&amp;#8230;.off to something else.
Lately, I&amp;#8217;ve been fooling around with pictures and posting them to Flickr. Just my latest obession that will die a sudden death one day. I went up to my office yesterday fulling intended to clean out old business files and start organizing stuff for taxes. Instead, here is what I did&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;.
    (Sat. Dance at the Old Folks...</description>
            <author>bipolar chicks blogging</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:54:03 +0100</pubDate>
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