Friday, November 15, 2019

Sleigh Rides and Barbie Vans

Hi, everyone!

Today, I am emerging from the NaNoWriMo caves to celebrate Elaine Kaye's latest release, Sleigh Ride. (Possibly funny side note: for some reason, auto-correct keeps changing 'sleigh' to 'slight.' Apparently, auto-correct isn't quite ready to celebrate the holidays.)

To celebrate, Elaine asked participants to share a favorite holiday memory. I've decided to share with you the very first one to pop into my head. So, I don't know if it's exactly a favorite, but it's apparently the most memorable.

All right, so many, many moons ago, I was very much into Barbie. As was my older sister. I don't recall how old my younger sister was at the time of this tale, but I'm sure she was at least a little bit into Barbie as well, if for no other reason than we were.

On this fateful Christmas morning, we went out to the living room to see what Santa had brought us, and there it was...the most amazing Barbie accessory ever created—the Barbie motor home. (The Star Traveler, for the purists out there.)

I was so excited. At last, my Barbies could travel in style to exotic places such as other rooms in the house. This baby was fully loaded with decals up the wazoo, and one of those super cool bench seat things that transformed into a bed—just like in a real motor home—and a rooftop deck thing, complete with lounge chair and a thing I think was maybe supposed to be a grill or something.

This was a super sweet ride, and I couldn't wait to start my adventures.

And then the hammer fell.

Santa had not brought the Barbie Star Traveler motor home for me.

He had brought it for my older sister.

Leaving me to utter the now-classic (in my family) line, "But...I want the Barbie van."

I did not get Barbie van. If I remember correctly, Santa brought me the Barbie Dream swimming pool. When I attempted to make lemonade out of lemons and said that at least I could put water in the pool and have real pool parties with my Barbies, my mother (rightfully) had to inform me that would not be happening.

Despite the double disappointment, they still managed to take this picture of me not looking quite so much like the petulant child I was sure I was being that day:

I love my family. (I really do. That's not sarcasm or anything. I know it can be hard to tell on this blog what may or may not be sarcasm, so just know I'm being incredibly sincere there.)

Now, let's talk about Sleigh Ride (which is so super cute, y'all. I can't even.)...

On Christmas Eve, Gregory and Sammy get a special visitor—Santa Claus! Santa brings them on a once-in-a-lifetime adventure around the world and to the North Pole. Bundle up and come along for the ride!

General Age Range: Kids 4-8 (story picture book)

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About the Author

Elaine Kaye is the author of A Gregory Green Adventure Series. She created Gregory Green after her son, who loved her homemade pea soup.

Kaye has worked as a library assistant and teacher's assistance in elementary schools. She currently lives in Florida, but has called Michigan; Honolulu, Hawaii; and Okinawa, Japan home.

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  1. LOL! What a disappointment. I was an only kid so all the toys under the tree were mine. Mine, mine, mine!

  2. Yes! I had the van, too! Okay, actually, my sister and I had the van - it was a shared gift for both of us, like pretty much any bigger/more expensive item. I laughed out loud about the exotic locations = other rooms in the house. :)

  3. That used to happen to me all the time, being the youngest and all. My oldest sister got everything. lol

    I also loved Barbie when I was little and played with my Barbies until I was about 13, when it became uncool. Phooey! One of my favorite things to do was bring them into the bath where I pretended they were swimming in the ocean. And, yes, I would make them swim. lol

  4. At least now you can look back on it as a fun memory (even if you still might be a little annoyed you didn't get the motor home. LOL)

  5. The Barbie motor home sure looked great. I can imagine that disappointment. And to not even be able to put real water in pool? Shucks.

    Thank you for participating in the blog hop!

  6. another memory that this blog hop brought to mind. one year my sister and i got transister radios. i thought my parents mixed our gifts up, because i wanted her. lol
    sherry @ fundinmental

  7. Kids are easily disappointed. My parents usually gave my sister and me the same gifts until we were older and started liking different things. I liked dolls. Sister liked books. No arguments that way.

  8. LOL, Oh my. I was into Barbie, and to age self, the Bionic Man and Woman dolls. I got a Barbie race car. I wanted to the Town House but was happy with the car too and lots of Barbie clothes.

  9. Oh, that's harsh. You got a pool you couldn't put water in and she got the van. Well, overall, I think you came out well adjusted. Thanks for sharing that memory, I'm sure it was tough to relive.

  10. That Barbie van looks very familiar. I don't think I had one, but one of the neighbors might have.

    Luckily, I only have a brother, so any Barbies were all for me. Although, wouldn't your sister share?

  11. That is so sad. Sort of like my memory. We don't always get what we want, do we?

  12. I never had a moment like that about Barbies. No, my extreme envy was over the big Tonka trucks my brothers got. Not sure why I didn't get one, except maybe being too little. But that disappointment led to my boys have MANY huge toy trucks :D

  13. My mother was adamantly against Barbies, so I never had any. Until my best friend gave me one for a birthday one year - I think we were in cahoots about that, knowing my mother hated Barbie, but was far too polite to let me refuse a gift. Kids are sometimes way smarter than grown ups.

  14. Hmm... I'm not really sure which way to go with my response to this. You know, to be completely dismissive of your story and tell one of my own or to... Hmm... What is the other response? It seems it's only a matter of what kind of "my own story" to tell in response to yours.
    Oh, no! Wait, I know!

    I'm sorry for your loss.

  15. That must have been hard... I hoped your sister shared!

  16. I had Barbies, but no van or house. Sure wish I had my old Barbies; they're worth some $ now!