Monday, September 14, 2009

When I grow up...


So, my friend has a newborn whom we are just soaking up every ounce of her babyhood because she is more than likely the very last baby to be born into our little playgroup. The girls have been especially drawn to having a new teeny baby around, often mimicking being pregnant and going to give birth to their marker-scarred stuffed baby dolls that have been lying around the house naked for the past 5 years. This routine happens over and over again in our house every time a new baby is born to someone close to us. The girls name their babies Percy and Briar Rose and Rosebud and whatever other names they seem to be stuck on at that particular time. It's quite sweet and comical to see them pretending to be little mama's to their nasty non-blinking Chucky dolls. We were swimming at my friend's house the other day while the new mama sat on the side of the pool nursing the new little-un. Emma walked up to inspect the scene because she is incredibly nosey and in everyone's business at all times. She shall make a good neighbor someday.

Emma: Is she drinking milk from your booby? That is SO AWESOME! I've never done that before. I bet it tickles.

I'm seeing a bright future in the La Leche league for the gal...probably wearing a little button that reads "Boobies are our friends" and hosting sit-ins at all of the anti-nursing zones around the public arena. But don't mess with her on a bad day...she may be little, but she's feisty.

2 comments:

Barb on September 15, 2009 at 12:15 AM said...

haha That comment about breastfeeding literally made me LOL...

Jenny Hobbs said...

I'm guessing we'll be hearing lots of that when we come to visit!

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