Yes, it's true. I'm a proud mother of four these days.
Sort of.
Fable does most of the care taking around these parts and even though by day's end I always seem to be clutching her babes in my armpits, trying to cross the street balancing two hands, three purses and a Venti soy latte, Fable's ON mama duty AT LEAST twenty-two of twenty-four hours every day.
She's dedicated, this one.
She feeds them:
...And takes them shopping:
Puts them down for naps:
Even kisses them goodnight:
This is all a recent occurrence. Before last month Fable dabbled in doll-rearing, fostering various dolls and toys, cars and blankets but in the last few weeks "Baby" and "Baby" have become inseparable friends of Fable's. (She started with "Baby" and then picked "Baby" at the store after Fable decided "Baby" needed a sister.) And that's not all! Fable has also recently taken to purse-carrying, sunglass wearing (even indoors, bathtub and naptime included) not to mention an obsession with hats that are too small for her and sort of half sit on her head all yarmulke-like.
But the babies are BY FAR the most high-maintenance. We lose hats, purses and other various daily-attachments seemingly on the hour. But the babies? OH NO. If Baby or Baby disappear from sight for even a second? Fable FLIPS her lid.
Kind of like a real mother would should she lose track of her own kids.
Dozens of times a day I hear this:
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHAKJSDHKAHDKAJHDKAJDSHKADKASJHDK!!!!" only to find Fable wandering the house with her hands on her head looking for her long, lost babies which, I kid you not, are usually at her feet.
Kind of like me with my sunglasses on my head.
- cell phone in my hand.
-keys in my pocket.
-etc...
She's all girl, this one.
"Fable! Dude! Baby and Baby are RIGHT HERE."
And then she smiles and bangs their faces together to kiss. And then throws her babies across the room, laughs and goes to pick them up again. Aw.
I will say, though, no matter how many purses I have to carry around these days to compensate for Baby and Baby's needs (Baby and Baby need bottles and various plastic animals, stuffed baby-owls, sometimes even snacks of their own where 'er we go.) and no matter how many family gatherings we've lately attended with me holding dolls in my lap whilst trying to engage in serious conversations... There is nothing sweeter in all the land than watching my baby mother...
...in sunglasses as big as smart cars.
The way Fable loves her babes makes me think I must be doing something right-ish as her mom.
(Minus the face-banging, throwing them across the room stuff.)
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ED: The babies are Corolle and they're my favorite. They smell amazing and are totally soft and wonderful. Highly recommended for the baby/child in your life.
