She recently received a doll as a birthday present from a friend. Handing it to her, I was very curious if I were gonna witness her girly side. She looked at the doll and went "Baybeeee", with a beeeg grin on her face. "Awww.... Here A, lemme set up her stroller for ya!" Meanwhile, she went ahead to smother the 'baybee'with kisses. I was all excited to see her new 'little mommy' side - wondering how she'd care for her new little toy. Now the toy stroller frame was up - just had to fit the seat in it and we were game... just then A got impatient and decided the stroller was good enough for the baybee in its current state.
"BANG!!" she flung the doll into the frame.... "Seet pwopewly" she commanded. She gave it a few tries - to seat the doll in the frame in some semblance of a seated posture - was much to impatient to get it right. On a whim, she decided the doll didn't need her cap and yanked it off. Bam!! there the little thing got pushed toward the stroller frame again! Face down, arms and a leg thru the frame ... yeah, real comfortable!
I said.. "be gentle A... look, the baby is crying!!" "DON'T CWY!! DON'T CWY!! Seet pwopewleee" she thundered again! I pitied the little doll and was almost mad at A for being so heartless about it. At 2 years, she's gotta know how to be a little nice I thought! Where was her empathy? So, off they set on a stroll in the family room.... half way thru the ride, the poor doll fell out of the partly built stroller. A walked over, and for some reason, decided it was time to be nice to her. She picked up the doll and gave her a "beeeg hug" with her trademark background score which she always hums when she hugs ya! Not so bad, I thought to myself- while my baby went on the read her doll a book - keweeeeweus george and the bunny :) Out of nowhere she says to the doll - "don't woaweee baybee... it's OK" She picks her doll up one last time.... "Are you Okay??" , which warmed my heart to no ends! I went and gave them both a hug.. and when the doll got in the way, A nonchalantly threw her off the sofa, and rubbing her cheeks against mine she inquired.. "Mommy....Are you okay??"