My worst fear has materialized. Nico has become baby-obsessed.
Next will come the pink obsession and the desire to wear dressed 24-7. What did I do to deserve this?!
I never purposefully gave her a baby doll. We fell into two by accident. One of them my parents gave her unintentionally (long story) and the other was in a box of books that a colleague of Marta’s gave us. We found the doll at the bottom and thought she was so ugly we pulled her out and showed her to Nico (we call her La Fea, which is not very nice…but then again she’s a baby doll so what does she know).
Of course Nico promptly then fell in love with both dolls. But I still don’t think the baby doll obsession is our fault. I blame the new daycare.
It’s one of those research-based, university daycares where they provide their charges with a ton of stimuli and let them do whatever they want with it. There are slides and horses and balls and musical instruments and, yes, baby dolls. And, if you ask me, the student works have secretly been pushing baby dolls on Nicola since the beginning.
They have a freakin basket full of them! They’ve taught her how to hold the baby dolls in her arms like a mother. How to put them to bed. How to wrap them up in blankets. Etc.
So now, as soon as she gets home, she wants to know where her bebe is. If said bebe doesn’t materialize in like two seconds she starts to freak out. Then she takes bebe to her room or to a cabinet and wraps her up in napkins and puts her to sleep. Over and over again.
At daycare they tell me this is good because it will make her more empathetic. I tell my parents that all it means is that Nico’s possible professions have widened from bureaucrat/paper pusher (which I determined was in her cards after she became obsessed with organizing things and putting the into different piles) to stay-at-home mom as well.
Of course I am (mostly) kidding. I’ll love my daughter no matter who she grows up to be (within reason). And I am sure this too shall pass, as Dad says Grandma said (but really the bible said first). But man is it boring.
Here she is in Finn’s bed with “bebe.”