Little Mama

Cece has had a baby doll for about a year now. And for about a year now she has shown zero interest in it, practically ignoring the baby completely. That is, until about two weeks ago when we got the baby gear down from the attic. The first thing she tried to do was crawl into the baby swing and probably almost broke it. So we went through the whole, "no, Cece, it's for the baby" routine. That must have made some connection for her because five minutes later she had dug through her toy box and found her long lost baby doll and immediately put it in the swing. Ever since then, she's been obsessed with her baby. She takes it everywhere. She referrs to the baby as "Cece's baby" over and over again. She talks to the baby, coos at the baby, worries about the baby's "poopy" diaper. And this is all without enouragement mind you. She's really taken the bull by the horns with this. I take it as a sign she's going to be a great big sister. Let's hope!

(Pay no mind to the Christmas jammies...not trying to rush to the holidays here, they are a hand-me down and Cece happened to pick them out last night)

 

Taking baby for a stroll. Always needs to be buckled in. 

 

Time to change baby's outfit. We're pretty good at taking clothes off. Haven't mastered putting them back on yet though.

Time to feed baby. "Baby, eat!"

 Like all good moms, a taste test in necessary to be sure baby's milk is fresh and safe to drink.

 "Here you go, baby."

Ooops. Baby made a poopie diaper. We love using wipes and diaper cream on baby (the real stuff, unfortunately). 

 It's nap time. Let's read a book to baby.

Cover baby up so she doesn't get a chill. 

Hush, hush baby. "Shhhhhhhh." Go to sleep now. 

Success, a sleeping babe! Let's hope Cece's little baby brother is as easy going as Cece's baby. Either way, it's a good thing I have this little helper on board now!