Well...it was bound to happen, but somehow I thought he would be older. He is in charge of his own communication destiny. He waited patiently for his bestest friends (who also received phones) to call him. tick, tock, tick, tock...days went by...and then CONTACT! I don't think he has spent more than a few hours off the thing since he got it. When he disappeared into the bathroom with it while still chatting away, I had to gently tap him on the shoulder before the door closed and give him the head shake and raised eyebrow that said 'bad form' to pee and talk. He is happy as a clam...I just hope he plugged that thing in before he fell asleep.
It is a thing to behold. My girl likes dolls. Like really likes dolls. As in she talks to them, dresses them, dresses LIKE them. We can't leave the house without Kit (and now Ruthie). We have to make sure they are dressed appropriately for the weather, and they have the right accessories. I am mystified. This is a whole new world for me. I wasn't a doll girl. AT ALL. I watch in wonder as she dotes and cajoles and reads to them. It is so foreign and yet so incredibly sweet and wonderful to watch her incorporate these little things into her world of wonder and play.