It doesn't take much to fool a baby.
Well, let me rephrase that, it doesn't take much for me to fool my twin sister's baby.
My twin sister, who I affectionately call Speedy because she moves at the speed of (insert something slow moving here i.e., a sloth, a snail, that reimbursement check I'm waiting for from my tax return, etc.), had a little girl last May. I don't get to see her often because they live in south Mississippi. Over the previous Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays we were fortunate to have their family up to visit. Speedy has raised what is commonly referred to as a "titty baby," a child who clings to it's mother, who wouldn't let anyone else in the family hold her for more than a few minutes without bursting into little baby tears and letting out a cry that would rival a banshee.
Personally, I'm not much of a baby holder. I never have been really. I held Booboo when she was a baby, of course, but as for other people's babies I'm just not that enthralled. I get a little been-there-done-that-don't-aim-to-do-it-again feeling and I become entirely disenchanted. That is, or rather was, until my niece came along.
When we have the same haircut Speedy and I look pretty much identical. Over the aforementioned holidays we did not have the same haircut or look as identical as we are until the day I was too lazy (read hungover) to fix my bangs. I tied my hair up in a knot and I pinned my bangs back with bobby pins then walked into the living room where my older sister and my aunt were trying to placate that fussy little baby.
Then she saw me.
Her eyes lit up, her little mouth un-puckered, she reached her chubby little arms into the air and let out a happy little, "ooooh!"
"Oh look!" my aunt exclaimed, "she thinks you're her mommie!" I walked over and picked up my niece. She just smiled her little baby smile and gurgled her little baby gurgles. I looked at my aunt and my older sister,"I win!" I said with a laugh as I carried my niece to the other couch and sat down.
We continued this charade for the next few days. Every time Speedy needed a moment without her sweet baby, all I had to do was pin back my bangs and be her for half an hour. Easy enough.
My mother reminded us of the book we read as children called Mrs. Nelson is Missing!, and how when we were real bad when we were kids my mother, Phyllis, would go get her "twin sister", Dyllis, to handle some disciplinary action. Guess our clan likes to fake kids out!
My Sister and her daughter. We have the same haircut again :)
Well, let me rephrase that, it doesn't take much for me to fool my twin sister's baby.
My twin sister, who I affectionately call Speedy because she moves at the speed of (insert something slow moving here i.e., a sloth, a snail, that reimbursement check I'm waiting for from my tax return, etc.), had a little girl last May. I don't get to see her often because they live in south Mississippi. Over the previous Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays we were fortunate to have their family up to visit. Speedy has raised what is commonly referred to as a "titty baby," a child who clings to it's mother, who wouldn't let anyone else in the family hold her for more than a few minutes without bursting into little baby tears and letting out a cry that would rival a banshee.
Personally, I'm not much of a baby holder. I never have been really. I held Booboo when she was a baby, of course, but as for other people's babies I'm just not that enthralled. I get a little been-there-done-that-don't-aim-to-do-it-again feeling and I become entirely disenchanted. That is, or rather was, until my niece came along.
When we have the same haircut Speedy and I look pretty much identical. Over the aforementioned holidays we did not have the same haircut or look as identical as we are until the day I was too lazy (read hungover) to fix my bangs. I tied my hair up in a knot and I pinned my bangs back with bobby pins then walked into the living room where my older sister and my aunt were trying to placate that fussy little baby.
Then she saw me.
Her eyes lit up, her little mouth un-puckered, she reached her chubby little arms into the air and let out a happy little, "ooooh!"
"Oh look!" my aunt exclaimed, "she thinks you're her mommie!" I walked over and picked up my niece. She just smiled her little baby smile and gurgled her little baby gurgles. I looked at my aunt and my older sister,"I win!" I said with a laugh as I carried my niece to the other couch and sat down.
We continued this charade for the next few days. Every time Speedy needed a moment without her sweet baby, all I had to do was pin back my bangs and be her for half an hour. Easy enough.
My mother reminded us of the book we read as children called Mrs. Nelson is Missing!, and how when we were real bad when we were kids my mother, Phyllis, would go get her "twin sister", Dyllis, to handle some disciplinary action. Guess our clan likes to fake kids out!
My Sister and her daughter. We have the same haircut again :)