I wonder what she wants for her birthday?

There are about a dozen baby dolls at daycare.  Some are life-sized, and some are much smaller.  They are perpetually naked – I’m sure there are clothes for them all, but if any of the children ever dress them up, they must be undressed just as quickly, for I’ve never seen them clothed.

Babess loves them all.

As soon as we arrive in the morning, she starts to gather them together.  She piles them into a toy baby buggy or even a wheelbarrow, slowly collecting the whole family as other children finish playing with them.  She gets quite miffed if anyone else goes to get one out of her baby-carriage.  She will find blankets for them, and tenderly cover them up to be pushed from one part of the room to another.

Every so often, she lifts one up, kisses it and gives it a hug, before returning it to the pile.  Only one of them seems to have a “name” – the one whose head has had several encounters with a paintbrush she calls “Green Baby”.  All the others are just “Baby”.

At the end of the day, she’s reluctant to leave them.  I persuade her to entrust them to the care of a teacher, which she does one at a time, kissing and hugging each baby goodbye.

3 Responses to “I wonder what she wants for her birthday?”

  1. allison Says:

    I’m not sure how I got here. I read a comment by you on another blog that I don’t usually read that said you sometimes get no comments and I thought “I will go directly to your blog now and comment!” because I’m sick and I have done nothing much of note today and this I can do. Such as it is. And I love cute stories about cute kids. And I love imagining your New Zealand accent (I’m Canadian).

    • upsidebackwards Says:

      Oh, hooray for blog-hopping then! Thank you so much. And I hope you feel better soon.

  2. Kat Says:

    Hehe that’s adorable. I love watching little one’s play with baby dolls. They can’t possibly remember being tiny infants themselves but they always know just what to do!


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