Baby James

The other night Abigail was playing in the living room with her baby dolls and she said very matter-of-factly, "Daddy! This is James. This is James." referring to one of her baby dolls (FYI- she says 'James' like she is a native Spanish speaker- 'Hames'). Now, just so you know, James is a man of the 21st century. Much like his close neighbors, the men of the 80s, he is not afraid to wear pink. In fact, he is the only baby doll Abigail has that does permanently wear pink. Up until this time, I had always profiled James as a girl, simply because he was wearing pink. Evidently, I am not as fashion conscious as he and Abigail are! Here is James:


Now, Abigail also has a friend named James. He comes to playgroup and is often at Beeson lunch on Tuesdays with us. If other kids are around, James and Abigail don't usually pay more attention to each other than the normal hello and goodbye and don't seem to notice all that much that they are playing in the same place at the same time. But when we go home, I hear about (real) James a lot. When we sing 'He's got the whole world in His hands' James is always one of the friends requested to be in His hands. Last week James had a boo-boo, and Abigail talked about it throughout the week. Also, she often wants to know if James is going to be where we're going (yes, you too Ruby, Maggie, Jonathan and Arwen). I hear that James talks about Abigail some times too. I don't know what they have going on, but it sure is suspicious! We figured out the other morning that while James was at his house, very distraught that he couldn't talk anyone into giving him a juice box (even though he had juice in his cup), Abigail was at our house, rocking her baby James with his blankie, singing to him and yes, giving him some juice from a bottle. Here is James:


I have to say, they do look a little bit alike!

Here is Abigail with both of her babies. The other baby's name is 'Baby Doll.'