Toy Stories: Guest Blogger Suzanne & her Oopsie Daisy doll

In 1988, visit web when I was just three years old, pathopsychology I wanted one particular toy for Christmas more than anything else. After seeing the commercial on TV, I just knew I had to have my very own Oopsie Daisy doll. Much like a real baby girl around 8 months old, Oopsie Daisy was learning to crawl, and, again mimicking reality, Oopsie Daisy would fall down fairly frequently because she was still learning, after all. But, rather unfortunately, the similarities to real life didn’t end there: Whenever Oopsie Daisy fell down, she would cry out “Mama, mama!” until someone picked her up again.

Despite this rather annoying premise, I still had my heart set on an Oopsie Daisy doll for Christmas, and my wonderful parents were determined to make my holiday wishes come true. Little did they first realize, however, how difficult it would be to track down this doll. It turns out the Oopsie Daisy doll was on every little girl’s wish list in ’88, and stores were selling out of them almost immediately after receiving new stock. There are stories of parents fighting over the dolls, similar to the Cabbage Patch phenomenon of 1984 and the Tickle Me Elmo craze of 1996. My family lived in Montreal at the time and the toy was nowhere to be found in the city.

So, on a weekend leading up to the holidays, my parents drove to Plattsburgh, NY with my aunt and uncle to do some kid-free Christmas shopping while our grandparents looked after my sisters and me. One of their destinations was the now-defunct discount department store chain Hills, which boasted about their toy selection. But, once again, my parents had no luck. Hills was all sold out of Oopsie Daisy dolls, but they informed my parents that they were going to be getting more stock in soon, and offered my parents a raincheque for the toy.

As Christmas grew closer and closer, however, there still weren’t any more Oopsie Daisy dolls showing up in the stores. Until, just a few short days before Christmas, my parents received a call from Hills saying that the stock had finally come in and that they were holding a doll under their name. So my dad made a plan to drive to Plattsburgh again on Saturday morning to finally buy my present. Unfortunately my mom had to stay home with me and my sisters (as we had no knowledge of these complicated toy buying adventures!), so my dad was to take the trip himself, but since it was only an hour and 15 minute drive, it wasn’t a big issue. That is, it would’ve been only an hour and 15 minute drive if there hadn’t been a huge blizzard that day!

Nonetheless, my dad was determined. The drive took double the usual amount of time and there was so much snow that for most of the trip there was only one lane cleared on the highway. But he eventually made it to the store, successfully picked up the doll, and then made a few other purchases while he was there. Why waste a perfectly good trip to the mall, right? He then made his trip back across the border, and as always, the border guard asked him if he had bought anything. Very proudly, my dad told the guard that yes, he had bought an Oopsie Daisy doll for his daughter for Christmas. Obviously pleased by this man’s determination and love for his daughter, the guard simply wished my dad a Merry Christmas and sent him on his way.

Even though I didn’t hear the story of how my parents acquired my Oopsie Daisy until many years later, I still loved that toy more than any other as a child. I liked watching her try to crawl and I had so much fun picking her up when she started to cry. Well, that is, until the batteries mysteriously disappeared one day and she no longer cried annoyingly every 30 seconds. Hmm, I’m still not sure where those batteries went…


Suzanne Gardner is a writer and editor who is has turned her obsession with the TV show Glee it co-authoring a companion book to the TV show Glee. Pretty sweet deal if you can get it!

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