I had everything set up perfectly. Hidden just well enough that she'd have to look, but would be able to find it easily. And the baby, oh the baby. I've been so excited to give Nora this baby for weeks. She adores playing with the babies in nursery and I knew right away that would be the perfect Easter gift.
So we went into her room and woke her up early from her nap so we'd have time to celebrate as a family before heading to Grandmas......
Not a great idea. This girl needs her rest, and prodding and pushing her to a hidden basket just set her off. Nora's upset, Mommy's crushed. It's just not a great scenario.
We end up going and pulling the basket out to calm her from her catastrophic meltdown.
Alright, this stuff is pretty cool, maybe I'll stop crying.
Mmmmm, treats. Treats will definitely help me stop crying. It's not like I haven't eaten my weight in treats over the weekend.
Books, I love books, almost as much as I love treats. But not quite.
What's in here? Any more treats in here?
And mom scores! She finally realizes the baby and pretty much hasn't put it down since.
Isn't it so funny how it seems like little girls are born with the innate ability to mother? She'll hold her baby, and say "Baby, here's your baba" "Wanna drink baby?" "Here's kinky (binki) baby"
As long as she doesn't carry her real baby by the foot upside down, I think she'll make an amazing Mommy one day.
2 comments:
Sounds like a girl to me.
Jessicca, Your blog is just darling! I just sent you an invite to mine!
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