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Hi everyone. Mommy here! This is Aria's blog but here's a short story about one of the mixes the girls got into when left to their own devices. They are the best of friends and wonderful sisters. But sometimes... Well all sisters fight sometimes right? And apparently it's fun to take Aria's stuff.  So I was out in the living room and I heard a ruckus. Going into the bedroom, this scene met my eyes.  'Ha ha! Got your jacket!'  'Melody, give it back!'  *Thump* 'Hey get off me!'  'Give it back!'  'No!'  'I'm going to thump you, Melody!'  'I'd like to see you try it, Four - Eyes!' 'Purple Hair!'  'You have purple hair, too, Aria!'  'Well... Uhhh... Rainbow Brain!'  'Nice come back, Vinyl Head!' 'You guys are so immature. You need to grow up and be proper dolls.' 'Ha ha! Got your jacket!'  *Thu

Hi! Melody here! I have a very special story for you. It's about Aria. And Mommy. I know Aria usually runs the blogs but this is her favorite story and when she hears it, or tells it, she starts to giggle. So I thought to save us all some time, I'd tell it. Meanwhile she can relax and giggle herself into silliness. So let's get started.  I'm Melody and I'll be your storyteller today. And this is my sister, Aria. Aria was Mommy's first doll. 'Hi! I'm Aria!' Mommy was excited to get her first custom doll, but she wasn't sure what to ask the Doll Maker for. She gave her ideas and the Doll Maker worked her magic. She created Aria. This was what she showed Mommy. And Mommy was over the moon. Picture courtesy of the Doll Maker.  So skipping ahead, Aria arrived and Mommy fell in love with her. She gave her a beautiful musical name and they developed a relationship. A while after, Mommy talked to the Doll Maker again and Mommy got

Sophie was excited. She was also a little nervous. Mommy was sending her to the Doll Maker for her new hair. The only trip she'd ever been on was the one she took to come live here. And she didn't really remember that. 'Where are you going?' I asked.  'Someplace called Debaska,' she replied.  'It's Nebraska,' said Melody. 'It's cold, and there are mountains and it's cold.' She was unhappy. She and Sophie had grown very close since she'd arrived. The dolls lined up to say goodbye.  Sophie did some stretches. She knew she'd be immobile in the box. As a ballerina she knew how important it was to stay limber. After her stretches, she approached Sonata. They weren't on hugging terms terms yet, but Sonata affectionately touched her arm.  'Listen, Sophie, don't worry. When you get into the box you'll go into kind of a sleep. You might bump around a bit but you won't really know it. The Doll

Hi everyone! I tried to publish this with the welcome Sonata blog the other day but the whole thing disappeared so I decide to split up the stories. Here's our new story, featuring Sophie! We were chatting up Sonata. We wanted to learn all about her. She seemed very friendly and we knew she'd fit into our family perfectly. Sophie stood a few steps apart and was very quiet. Then she turned to Mommy who was cleaning up the box and wrappings. She approached her hesitantly. 'Mommy?' said Sophie in a small voice. 'Can I talk to you?'  Mommy took her tiny hand.  'Of course, Sophie. What's on your mind?'  'Mommy, I'm not a pony girl.' said Sophie. Mommy looked concerned.  'Does that bother you?' asked Mommy.  'I'm not special, and I don't belong,' said Sophie. Mommy put her on her lap.  'Well first, Miss, you certainly do belong. You are a wonderful therapy doll and a great sister. And second, I never want