While--being equal opportunity parents and all--the Kid always had dolls, he never took much interest in them. Little Miss, on the other hand, is madly in love with her "babies".
We have four--Baby (creatively named), Olivia, Sally, and little Rosie--and it is one of my new favorite things to watch her interact with those dolls. She is clearly their mama, but what's fascinating is to watch what she thinks that means. In other words, I'm getting a front and center demonstration of what I've, so far, taught my daughter that mamas do.
She loves on them, of course. Kisses them goodnight. Gives them hugs. Carries them around giving back pats. Insists on other people doing the same.
And she dresses them. And undresses them. And dresses them. And undresses them. (She still needs help fastening and unfastening most of their clothes, so I'm painfully aware of their many outfit changes.)
And she would bathe them if we'd let her, but none of them are really built for that.
And when you try to take them away from her? She screams, "MY BABY! MY BABY!". Because obviously Sweet Husband and I are evil kidnappers trying to lure her babies into dark vans with promises of candy and puppies.
But the other night, as I was putting her to bed, I got to see the best one.
She was lying on my chest with little Rosie, when she sat up and insisted that I kiss Rosie's toes. I obliged, but apparently not enthusiastically enough, as she pressed Rosie's toes against my mouth again, this time even harder.
"Okay, okay!" I said, as I smooched Rosie's feet more enthusiastically, but it still wasn't enough.
"More! More!" she demanded, almost stuffing Rosie's feet into my mouth.
I don't know where she would have gotten the idea that mothers have to gobble up their babies' toes. Nope, no idea.*
All I know is that, with such a little copycat around, I'd better be careful!
(*Yeah, it was from me. But only just after she's out of the bath. Because, they're so delicious and smoochable, how can you not?)