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Baby No. 2 starts to enter Willow's world

Baby No. 2, code name "Olive," will be here in less than a month, so we've been bringing down boxes and boxes of baby stuff from the attic.
This has had two effects on Willow, aka "Baby No. 1." She has reverted, somewhat, to being a baby, and she has started using the baby stuff to baby her babies. To be fair to Miss Willow, she has spent more time babying than being a baby.
She's given her babies baths in the infant bathtub. She's put her babies down for tummy time on the, um, tummy time mat. And she has given her babies bottles, real bottles (empty, of course). She also likes putting one of her babies in the bassinet we've set up by the master bed. That baby sleeps a ton.
As for being a baby, she has climbed into the baby swing, turned on the back-and-forth mechanism and switched on the lullaby music. Not many babies can do that. She's a pound or two over the maximum weight for the baby swing, so it groans under her 31 pounds (and there isn't much swinging going on). And even if she doesn't fall asleep in the swing like she used to (every time), she calms down. A. WHOLE. LOT. So me likey.
The biggest hit of the nesting that's been going on, though, has been the new double-baby stroller. Willow has been in every conceivable spot on the Transformer-like contraption. She has ridden in the front (with Monkey Baby in the back). She has ridden in the back (with Monkey Baby in the front). She has stood on the back. And she has sat on the back bench. I've pushed the new stroller around the house about a thousand times, mostly for Willow's enjoyment, but getting the practice with the new bulk has helped me too.
I have no idea what any of this means for Baby No. 2, code name "Olive," but I'm guessing Miss Olive is going to get a whole lot of love from her big sister.
And a whole lot of competition.

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