Mia's Babies

Mia is super into babies.  And by super into babies I mean mildly OBSESSED with them.  Today I had a rare opportunity to give her some quality one-on-one time without her bossy big brother being around and the activity she chose to do involved sitting on the couch and reading Toby’s LEGO brochure to “big baby”.  I played along.  Every now and then during the story, Mia would spontaneously grab “big baby” and give her a hug, rocking her gently and saying, “Awww…Baby…Aww…” before putting her back on the couch and asking her to listen attentively as we continued to leaf through the brochure.

A few minutes into the game Mia decided to spice it up by introducing baby #2 ,“little baby”, to story time.  (Note to readers: Mia is not very creative OR accurate when it comes to naming her babies. Little baby is TWICE as big as big baby, but she has a hat.  I can only infer that having a hat makes you smaller than any other babies around.   The only other baby she owns is sort of medium sized and has a ripped off ponytail.  Her name appears to be simply “baby”.)

It was a rather spontaneous decision to involve little baby in our engrossing game of “reading Toby’s LEGO brochure to big baby”; we were mid sentence on page 3 at the “next assemble the wheels to the base of the car” part when Mia hopped off the couch announcing that she’d be “Right back!”  Initially I wasn’t sure WHAT she was getting but I waited patiently on the couch, one arm still around big baby, as I listened to her huffing and puffing all the way down the steps, one by one, to the basement.  After a minute or so I heard her start the arduous trek back UP the stairs and a minute later she triumphantly appeared, dragging little baby by the string of her hat behind her.

Although I acknowledge the great feat it was for Mia, with her chubby little legs, to make the journey to the basement to get her, I have to say, it was likely a much more perilous journey for little baby whose head I heard thump up each step as she came upstairs.  And all of that was rewarded by a gentle pat on the back, “Aww….baby…aww..” and then the monotonous version #17 of Toby’s fascinating LEGO brochure novel.

      Sometimes being a baby is hard work.  Sometimes being the 2-year-old mom to the baby is even harder.  But I presume it is worth it because one day it will all pay off and you will eventually get the pleasure of an uninterrupted hour watching the marvels of compassion, motherhood and play through the innocent eyes of your own "baby" unfold.

(Grandma, Mia and "Big baby" on Christmas Day)