In training

None of my other kids liked dolls. Stuffed lizards and big stock pots, but not dolls.

Until Ellery came along.

She's been obsessed with all things "baby" since she could attempt the word (which was one of her first, I might add). She borrows babies from my mother's house and the library. She totes them around lovingly.

For Christmas we got her this pretend diaper bag, complete with bottle, changing pad, wipes, and extra diapers. And for 20 minutes today, she very carefully wiped the bottom of this baby, lifting her leg just like she's seen me do many times before, placed just so on the changing pad.

I can't help but note the irony that the one that seems to love mothering the most is the baby of this family. Thank goodness Bonnie is having one that she can dote on.