My sweet baby girl is infatuated with her baby doll that she got on Christmas Eve (she could care less about the one she got on her birthday a week later- sorry gift giver of second baby doll).
|baby doll on the beanbag chair in the playroom- right next to Lovie|
|notice she's got a hold of it even though she's playing with the bus|
I placed the baby doll on my chest and told her that I'd keep it safe and she could now watch as Lovie finished eating. As soon as I placed her on my chest, Lovie started laughing maniacally through the tears. But she also kept reaching for her doll and when she realized I wasn't giving it to her, she again started crying.
I think I'm going to have to ask my BIL where he got it from and get another one... just in case. Right?
|Oh no, the doll is alone. "Where's your baby doll?"|
|"Here we are, Momma!!"|