This morning I wanted one of those life-changing bonding moments, so I took out my very special Cabbage Patch dolls to play with my granddaughter, Brookelyn. Auntie Rebekah chose the bald preemie baby that has just a tuft of hair, and smells like baby powder. Then she presented the one that has tousled blonde curls, bright blues eyes and sucks on a paci. When you pull out the plug, she has smears of food on her face, just like a real baby. Since Brookie uses a paci at night, we assumed she would be enthralled.
We tried to show her how to cuddle the babies, but she would have none of that. She threw the dolls down, gave us a look of disdain and disbelief, and held out her arms to be held by her bestest -close in age- auntie.
I guess she is so used to being the baby, she has no desire to play with a baby.
And, by the way, if you are busy blogging and you hear someone yell, “Brookelyn, get out of the fridge!” you better grab your camera. It will look like this…..