Playing Mommy

I've found that Emmy is my most accurate mirror.  Most of the time, she humbles me, but then, occasionally, she makes me feel pretty good about myself.  Those times come when I watch her care for her babies, knowing that there is only one mommy that she knows to emulate...

We have spent quite a bit of time in the bathroom lately.  All of us.  Molly, Darla, Hannah and I have cheered Emmy on multiple times a day as she spends time on the potty.  The show of genuine elation that will undoubtedly occur the time she actually produces something on her potty will be over-the-top, to say the least.  I imagine that it will someday be comical when I think back on how many meals Hannah has consumed while I sit on the bathroom tile waiting for Emmy to "finish." Better yet, Hannah's uncanny ability to keep eating as I replace Emmy (per her request), one-armed, onto the potty several times each "sitting" because she is easily sidetracked. (I got smart and purchased a step stool after the umpteenth hoist.  It was ridiculous.)

Emmy wanted to "help" me bathe Hannah.  Because Emmy's "help" is often times "not helpful," I got her set up with her baby doll instead.  She gave her baby the most gentle, thorough bath and finished it up with a big towel hug.  I couldn't help but smile watching Baby's bathtime, even as I cleaned up the shampoo spill all over the tile floor post Emmy's slip-n-fall.

The other day, Emmy fought me for my boppy nursing pillow.  Irritated, I decided to pick my battles and give it to her.  I turn around to find her "feeding" her baby.  Once again, I couldn't help but smile (and be impressed with her form!)