Baby

Meet Baby, Addison's latest obsession. It all started about a week ago when, inexplicably, he started toting this Christmas bedecked bear around the house, a present he received almost a year ago. Shortly thereafter he bestowed the appellation "Baby" despite the fact that we have always called him Teddy. While Trey and I find this all rather amusing, the strength of his fixation seems to grow with each passing day. He carries Baby all over the house, clutches him in his stroller when we go for walks or to run errands, and insists he accompany him at meals. We've had to draw the line here since a white stuffed bear and peanut butter smeared toddler hands hardly mix. The compromise? Baby sits on the counter and watches Addison eat. Interestingly, Baby has made nap time much easier. We had been having some difficulties with Addison lately about naps, but now that Baby can go "night night" with Addison, all is well again.

I do wonder if this has anything to do with all our talk about the real baby that is coming soon. In any case, I'm happy for Baby's assistance and diversion and am not quite sure what we're going to do when he gets a "bath" in the washing machine, a time I fear is fast approaching from his many travels through Aberdeen's sidewalks and streets.