American Girls and Hockey

Walking up to the store we were greeted by a towering red building and the words, "American Girl" which seem to glisten. It actually resembles the box that the dolls come in, now that I think of it. So, yes, we walked in to a giant, glistening doll box. This has to be expensive, right? 


We are still hanging out in California and today we decided to splurge a little and take the girls to the American Girl store. As you probably know, American Girl products are not cheep. Thankfully grandparents spoiled us and purchased the actual dolls, we just have to buy the accessories, which can  be much cheaper. (Not always) We usually buy our 18" doll accessories from good 'ol Target, but every once in a while it's nice to get the real thing.
Once inside, there are dolls and the most detailed accessories in every direction. A wall of books to the left, all covered in pictures of pristine young girls portraying one of the many dolls' persona's. To the right, the girl of the year. Straight ahead, all the dolls portraying different times in history and behind all that, drawing us in, a grand silver (glistening again) staircase.
After a 45 minute drive we all needed to use the, uh hum, facilities, so up those glistening stairs we went. The bathrooms even sparkle, y'all! Each stall was equipped with a doll holder, so your overpriced dearie can come to the bathroom with you. Upstairs was just as grand as below. Be You dolls covered the entire floor and every type of outfit imaginable. One sized for the doll and the other for the girl. Each piece costing a very pretty penny.
The floor of Be-You Dolls

E racing down the staircase, ready to explore more doll goodness!

My eldest skipped down the stairs after we had touched and conversed over every piece and I was even amazed at the details we found. The cutest little drum set and the only boy doll in the place. Logan was as cute as can be and if he didn't cost a small fortune I would have taken him home with us!
E playing with Logan's cute little drum set. 
We spent well over an hour in the establishment and in all honesty, it could have been longer. They even have a bistro, which we didn't have time to visit. E finally decided on a pair of Wellie Wisher boots for herself and the matching socks to go with them. The socks came in a 5 pack and when paired with her clear boots, they resemble the wellies each of the dolls wear. She had been eyeing these for months. Each time we get a new AG magazine in the mail she went on and on about them. Here she is sporting them at our next stop of the day. The San Jose Sharks Prospect Scrimmage.


E showing off her new Wellie Wisher Boots
Our family loves sporting events. A few years ago I took Hubby to a Sharks game for our 3rd anniversary and we have been fans ever since. When we lived in the area we easily went to 10 games a year. Little H went to her first game at just 3 months. 
Little H's first hockey game, at 3 months old
We had a great time at the prospect game. I love the chill in the air, the music, the fast pace of the game. One thing I really miss about living here is hockey. Hawaii is great in so many ways, but we are definitely missing major sporting events. 

I promise Little H was happy, although this photo doesn't quite show that


Be still my heart!

E's sign

By the time the game was over we were all spent and ready to get back to camp. Only a few more days left in California before we head back to Hawaii. We have a lot of fun things planned, so stay tuned for more!
A sneaky selfie with Sharkie



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  1. This looks like a super fun day! I noticed E's boots in the pic you sent and wondered about them. Super cute! Another great post!!! Muah!

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    1. Thank you, Lisa for always being such an encouragement to me! Love you bunches! <3

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