Anyone who knows my baby knows that she loves her mommy! She clings to my arm with tears in her eyes when she senses a pass-off. She brightens up and bounces when I walk into the room. She stops crying every time I pick her up. (Manipulative, much?)
So imagine my surprise yesterday when I left Julia with my mom for a few minutes while I helped the older children prepare for soccer practice. I returned after 15 minutes. When I walked into the room, Julia spied me. She looked at me with growing panic. She glanced at Mimi. She glanced back at me. She glanced at Mimi. Then, she opened up. Wailing and sobbing. I could hardly take it.
But Mimi couldn't take it at all. She swept down and picked up the baby...
Who immediately stopped crying.
(Isn't that my job?!)
When Mimi tried to pass her to her loving mother, the baby tightened her grip on Mimi's arm and just wailed louder. We were baffled.
Then, thankfully, Mimi thought of something. Every time she keeps Julia, she feeds her a banana. I don't know why or how it started, but it's a pattern that apparently Julia now expects, thank you very much.
That child ate her banana, then willingly and happily accompanied me back to our house. Hilarious.
It's like my own little Pavlov's Dogs experiment.
(Manipulative, much? Mwahaha!)
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
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