We got her a bed for Kit--her American Girl Doll.
She got a lot of craft things, Pixos, a lap desk, American Girl books.
So, for her birthday the last few years, I take her shopping to Justice. She loves the store. Me, not so much. Every year they send her a coupon and she can't wait to use it. They have some cute things, but I guess the issue is that she is drawn to the things that I am not drawn to. I let her pick whatever outfit she wanted. You can see it in the picture above. It has fingerless gloves and a guitar on the shirt. Camille said it reminded her of Punky Brewster. When I say that she loves this outfit, I mean, she loves it. She wore it to school today and when I went to help her do her hair she announced, "Mom, I am eight now--I can do it myself." I remember doing my hair myself those first few months/years. When I have seen the pictures I have wondered how my mom ever let me leave the house looking that way. Now I know how. Actually Bev did a really good on her ponytails. She is growing up fast.