The stroller

This little doll stroller is Isabella's favorite toy. She will just push it around the house forever, and usually sticks strange items in it rather than dolls (like cell phones and shoes.)

So last night I get this bright idea to put John in it, because he'd just look so cute (and he did.) Isabella got so terribly upset that he was in her stroller though and spent the whole time whining and trying to push him out. So I got my picture of course and took him out. Isabella then wanted to sit in the stroller too, because John got to. I let her for a minute but then she'd get out and want back in. I normally wouldn't care but I knew she'd end up hurting herself so the stroller had to be put away. The poor girl fell apart, it was the end of the world (hers anyway.) And of course all Mommy's fault. She was totally upset until she went to bed.

I pulled it back out this morning and what did she do? Tried to climb back in it of course. Luckily she stopped trying after I told her no this time.


She's sitting at her little table right now with an empty bowl and a fork eating a very elaborate and make believe meal. She does it so well that I swear she's actually eating something every time.