Last week sometime Isabelle decided that Magnolia was alright. In fact, she decided that she wanted Magnolia to be HER baby. So she started pushing Magnolia around in the shopping cart (came complete with baby seat) and decided to try to put HER shoes over Magnolia’s sewn-on mary janes. Then she figured Magnolia was ready for a snack so she sat her at her little table and tried to feed her some imaginary tummy -yummy from her little play dish set. It was all too cute, totally uninspired by either myself or her sister Sophie. Raising Isabelle has given me a whole new appreciation for ‘normal’.
P.S. After seeing these pictures of Magnolia, I think she might have gotten into some real tummy -yummies. Looks like it’s time for Miss Magnolia to meet Mr. Washing Machine.