December 6, 2017

As of late, we’re sooooo all about the babies. And everything is a baby. Minnie is a baby, and Mickey is a baby. Our Paw Patrol pups are babies, and our babies are babies. Yesterday, I went to buckle myself in after giving her time to get herself situated in the car… When I turned back to look at her progress, I saw her Jamaican doll buckled in as well as my wallet.

My wallet buckled in.

People keep asking what she would like for Christmas. You can’t go wrong with babies. We’re running a freakin’ daycare over here.

She is good to her babies. She changes them (using REAL diapers) about every 5 seconds. And she needs my help to do it, so she has to come up with creative excuses as to why they need to be changed again so soon. And she feeds her babies… a really convenient excuse for getting extra snacks and treats. And she makes sure they are tucked in bed with lots of covers.

It’s so sweet. I really love that about this age.