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| Today's obsession is not mine, but belongs to Toots. It is her baby, well Moos' baby, really. |
Moo was not into baby dolls until she hit 4. She still isn't really big on them. She'll play with one for a few minutes, then get bored and move on to something else. She's gonna be my career minded gal. Toots, on the other hand, seems to love her baby. At 16 months, she is all about pushing baby in a stroller, feeding baby, making me change baby's diaper...she hugs and kisses baby all the time. She still carries it like a toy (see above photo, I promise I don't carry my babies like that) and will still drop it and run to the table if I offer her a snack. But the other day she started doing something odd, but funny. She dropped baby, on purpose, then made a noise that sounded like a tiny kitty meowing. She looked up at me with a terribly sad face and said "Oh no, Wha happen? Baby fa dow, baby kwyin!" (that's crying for all you non-mom's out there). Then she picked it up, still meowing, and handed it to me. I did what I do for her and said "Oh no! What happened? Did you fall down? Where is your boo-boo, let me kiss it...there all better!" She smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen and said "Fank you, Daddy!" (Yes, she still calls me Daddy sometimes-I know, don't even start). Then she did the entire thing over and over again, about 30 times. Since then we have had to go through this little ritual daily and while it still is funny to me to see her little face make that terribly sad sympathetic frown and pathetic meowing, it does get annoying when you can't finish making dinner until baby's boo-boo has been kissed. On the plus side, I actually got a picture of her smiling! She sure does love that baby!
