A long time ago, when Milo was just a baby, I bought a little doll. I had just found out I was pregnant with Oliver, and I wanted Milo to get used to the idea of nurturing a little brother. He took the doll from me, glanced at it, then threw it into the corner of the room, where it lay face down for the next few days before I picked it up and tried again, modeling holding, cooing over, and rocking the baby. No dice. He just wasn’t into it. It wasn’t a big deal, and guess what? He still became an awesome big brother (twice over). Continue reading “Five Dolls for Boys”