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.
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.
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…..