Baby Baby Baby

My sister sent Chamblee a baby doll before Jake was born. You know, to get the idea in her head that there was a baby coming soon. She hit it, threw it, and I ended up carrying the thing around to get her used to me holding a baby. It was a no-go.

A few days ago, out of the blue, she started giving grover a pacifier. I thought it was prime time to get her baby baby back out. {For. My. Life. cannot remember the baby's name. Hol?} 


What. a hit. This baby, to be named, is hours of entertainment. For her & for me. It is the most hysterical thing I've ever seen. Look:

She gives her a pacifier...

She plays with her on the playmat...

She gets her ready to go in the carseat...

She asked for her to have a diaper. 

And she reminds me to change it on the regular...for real...

She burps her.

...and in copy-kitten mode, she says, "i know, i know" 

just like her mama does when Jake's having a hard time.

Why does she burp her? 

Because she feeds her, duh. 

"She's hungry." ...and lifts her shirt. 

Maybe I should start wearing a nursing cover around her... 

Nah. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff