It's official. Both my babies have babies of their own now. Silas has Buttercup (see previous post), and Roo has a baby doll that my Mom insisted on getting her for Christmas. I swear she didn’t sleep well until her granddaughter had a good and proper DOLL in her tiny little hands. I insisted Roo was too young to even care about a doll (full disclosure: I never really liked or played with dolls) and we should wait until she was at least two years old to see if she was even interested in them. I was capital W - Wrong. She loves the baby doll, and it even keeps her from crying most of the time now when we put her down to sleep, making me feel like a Heartless Mommy who didn’t realize her child needed a transitional object at bedtime.
But Roo didn’t stop there. Oh no. She now has a menagerie of stuffed animals that must be in her bed to assist her with this transition: a penguin, a dog, and a chick still half in the egg. And I thought it was a pain just finding Si’s blankie every night. In case you were wondering, according to Roo, a dog says, “Woof, Woof,” a chick says, “Cheep, Cheep,” and a penguin says, “Gup, Gup.”