Thing 5: Not blogging
When Jordan was born, there were people who preferred her brother to her because she had quite a temper, did not have her brother’s puppy dog eyes and basically had a incline of her own. She still has most of these characteristics except she’s mellowed. She’sitting be converted into much friendlier, sociable, animated and extremely affectionate. She’s learnt how to hug and kiss people, nuzzle her brother whenever he is upset and has a big thing for soft toys. And she has a thing for big soft toys. I have a stuffed pig, given to me by some ex-students. It’s larger than she is, size wise, but loves to cuddle up to it, lie steady it and bury her face into it. We thought it was just the stuffed pig but apparently, it’s any Big, Soft toy. Even when it’s a toy that she’s not ever seen before and belongs to a stranger.
And today, she was even able to play act with her own little soft toy, a pink flannel hold that she carries around. While she was holding on to it in the car, we told her to pat it and make her teddy bear sleep and she pat the bear on its bum like we carry into practice with her and hugged it disguised, like we do by her. The problem is that her love knows no bounds and she doesn’t realise that eating the object of her bias isn’t in fact an acceptable way of showing love. Her Strawberry Shortcake doll has got the same post-natal hair drop as Mommy does. Not so abundant because of hormones but because they get yanked thoroughly and chewed on by Baby J. Occasionally, one as well taken in the character of the other of them do that to us as well, only I have in mind that’session second choice. At least dolls dress in’t yelp and struggle when they are chomped down upon.