The baby saga continues....

We had a neighborhood happy hour/play date this afternoon.  Layla and I were the first to arrive.  I chatted with the mom who was hosting as Layla made her way to the play room.  It only took her five minutes to dig a tiny little (and apparently neglected) baby from the bottom of a toy basket.  She got a concerned look on her face, as I heard her saying "poor baby"...she cuddled and kissed the baby...and said, "there, all better".  For the remaining hour and a half we were there, she refused to give up that little baby.  Whatever Layla did, the baby did.  

I realized after watching Layla and her new baby, that it was going to be a challenge to get her out of the house with just the items we brought with us.  I prepped her for our departure, telling her she needed to put away the toys she was playing with and give her babies (at this point she had three babies in her arms) bye kisses.  I walked in the other room to grab my coat...on the way back I could hear a familiar little voice doing the most pitiful little cry I've ever heard.  I walked in the room to find Layla alone...with the new baby...rocking her and crying.  It was so COMPLETELY pitiful.  I picked her up and she said, "peas mommy...baby come with me?".  The "owner" of the baby said "YES...please take the baby, she doesn't get any attention here".  

SO home we went, with another baby.  I kind of thought Layla would put her down and I could return the baby tonight...nope.  Baby Abby is sleeping in Layla's crib as I write this post.  Layla fed her dinner, brushed her teeth...and loved on her all night.  She loved on that little baby like I've never seen her do with anything.

Do you think she thought the baby wasn't being loved?  That's all I could figure.  I have never never never seen her act like that with a little baby doll.  

She's a sweet one...that little Layla An.