Baby Momma

 “A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot” -Allan Beck

Did you ever play the Sims 2?  It was a great game, and before I had Maeve, I really enjoyed playing it because I could build these spectacular families and live vicariously through my avatars for awhile.  I always gave my main Sim the motivation of having a family, which theoretically gave them an ounce of maternal instinct, but this was not the case.  The minute they had a baby, if left unattended, the Sim would just put the infant on the floor and walk away.  You had to watch the parent Sims like a hawk, or they would set the baby down outside, in the snow, and go have a latte.  Wost. Parents. Ever.

Fast forward to Christmas 2011, and Maeve has received a baby doll.  I thought, oh, she watches me, so she knows how to be a good mommy.  I must have rubbed off on her a little, right?  'Tis to laugh.  Maeve is about as good a mommy as a Sim. 

She will feed her baby a snack, or part of her breakfast, then immediately drop her on her head so that she can finish the rest herself.  She gnaws on the baby's hand.  She carries it upside down by one ankle.  She puts the baby in her play refrigerator. It's a good thing CPS doesn't prosecute toddler mommies, or I would be making a phone call.

But every so often she lays the baby down and says Naptime, or gives it a hug, and I think, well, maybe she noticed some of the things I do right.  And also, it's a little early to have such high expectations; after all, no baby comes with an instruction manual.  Except I can't put Maeve's new baby in the washing machine, but isn't that always the case?

Into the fridge with you!