She has been trailing me today holding her baby doll, caring for it most tenderly and persistently. She looks at me in earnest and says (more than once), "It is a real baby mummy. About a year ago you lost the baby but I looked after it for you and his name is Rose."
I don't know what to say. Rose is a beautiful name.
Something dumb comes out like, "You care for your dolly so well, Eowyn."
"It isn't a dolly it is a real baby, mummy!" And she is mightily offended.
"Hold the baby, mummy."
I take her doll. Her sister has scribbled all over it's belly with blue ink pen.
"Rose is hungry, mummy"
"Well you should feed him."
"It's your baby, mummy."
Peter takes them out for a bit and upon her return, "Did you feed the baby while I was gone mummy?"
Blundering again, "Eowyn, I think I am tired of this game with your baby..."
"It's not a game! It is a real baby!" She is yelling.
I feel somewhat desperate and look to Peter; I leave the room. He calms her and eventually succeeds in distracting her with a story in National Geographic. Leilani is interested too. A few moments later I can hear Eowyn asking him questions about dying and I wish he'd chosen a different story book...
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It has been a hard day. I am relieved Peter is now on holidays. I feel good about finishing Christmas dresses for Eowyn and Leilani. I made them each a little bag to carry some of their soon to be new treasures in. I plan on making a big pot of chilli for Christmas Day and we will visit the Botanic Gardens for a photo, barring all disasters.