Mabel: Mommy, pretend I was your baby and you said 'it's time to go to sleep baby.'
Me: Baby, it's time to go to sleep.
Mabel: And you saw that baby was cold so you gave her a blanket and she liked it.
(Mabel makes her baby sound, which sounds like a cross between a bird and an insane person gurgling)
Me: Better cuddle up under this blanket, baby.
Mabel: And then it was morning and your baby woke up and she wanted milk.
Me: Good morning, my sweet baby. It's time for your milk.
Mabel: No, not from a cup. Baby gets milk from Mommy's boob.
Me: Uh, correction. Baby USED to get milk from there, now she gets it from a cup.
Mabel: Nooooo! Baby gets milk from your boob!
Me: Not anymore Mabes.
Mabel: I'm not MABES!
Me: Sorry, not anymore 'baby'.
Mabel: But you're a bad Mommy if you don't let your baby have your boob.
Me: I'll take my chances in court. How about some blueberries, baby?
Mabel: Okay. (Pause) Can you put them in your shirt and I'll find them?
Me: Nope.
Mabel: I don't want to be your baby anymore. I'm going to find a Mommy who'll let me have her boob to drink from.
Me: Well, your best bet is to head to Whole Foods.
Mabel: I'm taking my DOLLY and I'm GOING UPSTAIRS!
(Doing just that, she stomps on each one of our 14 stairs to drive home her point. There is silence from upstairs and 10 minutes later I go up to her room to check on her.)
Me: Mabes?
Mabel: I'm feeding my baby!
(She stands up, fully naked behind her bedroom door with her dolly pasted to her breast. )
Me: Wow! You really get involved, huh?
Mabel: Yeah. She's a good girl. But she's still thirsty. Maybe you should feed her.
Me: Well, she's YOUR baby, and I think you're doing a great job.
Mabel: Yeah, but I'm getting so tired.
Me: Being a Mommy is pretty tiring Mabes. But it's great too.
Mabel: Yeah. Mommy, can my baby just drink from a bottle? I'm tired of feeding her.
Me: Sure Mabes.
Mabel: Look! She drank so much there's nothing left in my boob! It's totally flat! Wow, I need a drink!
Me: I'm so glad we started our blog.
Mabel: Why Mommy?
Me: Ask me 16 years from now.
Me: Baby, it's time to go to sleep.
Mabel: And you saw that baby was cold so you gave her a blanket and she liked it.
(Mabel makes her baby sound, which sounds like a cross between a bird and an insane person gurgling)
Me: Better cuddle up under this blanket, baby.
Mabel: And then it was morning and your baby woke up and she wanted milk.
Me: Good morning, my sweet baby. It's time for your milk.
Mabel: No, not from a cup. Baby gets milk from Mommy's boob.
Me: Uh, correction. Baby USED to get milk from there, now she gets it from a cup.
Mabel: Nooooo! Baby gets milk from your boob!
Me: Not anymore Mabes.
Mabel: I'm not MABES!
Me: Sorry, not anymore 'baby'.
Mabel: But you're a bad Mommy if you don't let your baby have your boob.
Me: I'll take my chances in court. How about some blueberries, baby?
Mabel: Okay. (Pause) Can you put them in your shirt and I'll find them?
Me: Nope.
Mabel: I don't want to be your baby anymore. I'm going to find a Mommy who'll let me have her boob to drink from.
Me: Well, your best bet is to head to Whole Foods.
Mabel: I'm taking my DOLLY and I'm GOING UPSTAIRS!
(Doing just that, she stomps on each one of our 14 stairs to drive home her point. There is silence from upstairs and 10 minutes later I go up to her room to check on her.)
Me: Mabes?
Mabel: I'm feeding my baby!
(She stands up, fully naked behind her bedroom door with her dolly pasted to her breast. )
Me: Wow! You really get involved, huh?
Mabel: Yeah. She's a good girl. But she's still thirsty. Maybe you should feed her.
Me: Well, she's YOUR baby, and I think you're doing a great job.
Mabel: Yeah, but I'm getting so tired.
Me: Being a Mommy is pretty tiring Mabes. But it's great too.
Mabel: Yeah. Mommy, can my baby just drink from a bottle? I'm tired of feeding her.
Me: Sure Mabes.
Mabel: Look! She drank so much there's nothing left in my boob! It's totally flat! Wow, I need a drink!
Me: I'm so glad we started our blog.
Mabel: Why Mommy?
Me: Ask me 16 years from now.
