Babushka.

Lately Z has been fascinated by my Russian babushka doll. She takes it apart, lines it up, and puts it back together. Over and over. Each time she takes it apart, she lines them up differently.

I remember when I was young, I would sneak into my mother's closet and grab her babushka dolls and do the same thing. My mother has about 3 dolls, if I remember correctly and I was always afraid of losing the small pieces. I got this doll from a family white elephant party about 4 years ago. I believe it belonged to Papa J's grandmother. I'm not sure if she traveled to Russia or if it was picked up elsewhere, but when I saw it, it brought back such fond memories of my childhood, I just had to snag it up. It definitely has come in handy.