"I wa baby pas!"

While waiting for Emmaleigh to be born, I completed the nursery, painting, decorating and sewing. I washed all those tiny pink clothes in Dreft and folded them perfectly in the drawers. It stayed perfect for months – I even changed the sheet in the crib because it got dusty. This time around, the new baby already has a roommate who is pilfering through all the new kid’s stuff. I got out those tiny pink clothes and put them in the drawers, but they didn’t stay there. They have become a new wardrobe for Emma’s baby dolls and I have already done many loads of laundry with toddler and baby clothes mixed (those baby dolls have poopy diapers all the time!). The clothes are changed on the dolls multiple times a day (by me, of course), while Emma watches. She can take them off, but not put them on at this point – I am choosing my battle. The other day I put Emma down for a nap and thought she went right to sleep…. she obviously didn’t. When she got up from her nap, her first words were, “I wa baby pas!.” She excitedly modeled her new tight pants – infant size. My first reaction was to laugh and I did. I laughed and laughed. This encouraged her and she wore the pants for about an hour. Finally she tugged them off saying, they “owed.” Ya, I would think so. The waist band left a red mark around her belly and she could hardly bend her legs. In the past few days, she has put the pants on a few more times looking for a reaction. She still looks pretty funny, but I control myself and ignore the new style. Now, she just takes them off, laughing as she says, “No wa baby pas.”