Isobel plays with our neighbors across the street quite a bit. The kids are all older than her but are generous enough to share their toys and include Isobel in their games. One morning while we were visiting Isobel spied Greta’s baby doll and she fell in love. “Baby! Baby! Baby!” she said over and over while she clutched the doll to her chest. It was so sad when we had to go and we removed Greta’s doll from her clutches.
(Greta, by the way, is only about four, and was extremely nice about lending Isobel her doll while we were over there.)
Later that day we visited Mom Mom and Papa and what did Mom Mom have? Why, and old baby doll, cleaned and ready to go for Isobel. My daughter has a guardian angel, I think. And her name is Mom Mom.
She has been inseparable from that baby. She carries it everywhere. We’re teaching her about hands, fingers, toes, and facial features using this doll. Unfortunately it came from my mom’s house naked. Mom found that doll somewhere but it didn’t have any clothes. Not that Isobel cares.
The next day I took Isobel by Mama Juani’s she decided it was her mission to find clothes for this indecent doll. When I picked Isobel up her baby was wearing a giant outfit that covered her from the neck down. It was a little ridiculous, but Isobel didn’t seem to care.
Underneath the ridiculously huge outfit was a pair of pink panties that we call ‘chonies.’ I stripped the huge outfit from the baby’s body and Isobel carries her around wearing just the chonies. It’s easier for Isobel to hang on to and also easier for us to teach her the names of body parts.
Ever since I showed her the framed photo of Kingston the Waltons gave me she has been obsessed with babies in general. This baby doll must seem like a miracle to her because it’s a baby that I actually let her hold. The last time Kingston came over she had a great time touching his nose and saying ‘baby! baby!’ but that’s as far as she got to touching him. She says ‘baby!’ whenever she sees herself in the mirror, and sometimes she likes to walk around, touching older children on the head and calling them ‘baby!’, too. Sometimes kids laugh but sometimes, especially the littler ones, they are not amused.
Isobel likes babies so much she gives them her highest form of affection: pets.