My American Girl

I'm coming to the conclusion that Chicago pretty much has it all. (Except chiggers, which I'm TOTALLY down with.) And since it apparently has it all, I couldn't resist the chance to plan a girls' birthday celebration at the American Girl store - because I'm such a fantastic daughter, that I gave birth to a little girl ON my mother's birthday - ya, I'm that awesome. So we made our lunch reservations, and sent the boys off to Legoland, and off we went to Michigan Ave.


I'm going to be honest with you and admit that there may have been some coercion involved steering her toward the right doll. I mean, it's your choice Fia, but I'm sure you would prefer this adorable brunette doll with the braids, right? Right. And remember it's your choice. You're choosing this cute doll with braided pony tails, yes? She looks so much like you, I really think you'd love this doll. Is this the doll you choose?

And really, she's just thinking, if I pick a stupid doll, then I can move on to the stuffed animals - cause they're AWESOME. They need to move some of the dolls out of the way and make more room for the stuffed animals.

So we settled on the doll I really wanted her to have, and the basset hound she really wanted to have.



Lunch was quite a ladies-who-lunch sort of thing, with several courses and pink lemonade. Special seats are provided for your doll to sit at the table with you (and...AND, you have the option of 'borrowing' a doll to eat lunch with if you haven't brought your own!! - I totally could have saved myself some dinero, and just bought her the basset hound.)

It was a whole lot of girly-ness, and a whole lot of fun.

And then we went to Filene's. The end.