A few days ago a beautiful family heirloom came to live with us at our house. This play kitchen was made by one of my husband’s forefathers for one of his foremothers. We’re still a little fuzzy on the details. I need to call my mother in law and get it figured out. My husband thinks it was made for my mother in law by her grandfather.
Up until a few days ago it was living at my stepdaughter’s mother’s house. My stepdaughter turned 12 this fall and feels done with the play kitchen, at least enough to let it move to her other house.
It has been passed down through the female members of my husband’s family, which is very cool. My mother in law played with it when she was a girl, my stepdaughter played with it, and now it is being passed on to River.
River LOVES the play kitchen. It is set up in our kitchen, close enough to the stove so that we can work together, but far enough away that she is out of splatter range. I realize that it will be vitally important to let her play with real food. She wants to be doing what mom is doing and has little tolerance for pretending. Give her real work, or she will have a fit!
Here is the beauty: