I wrote this post on April 20, but never published it. I think I was waiting to write up a few more stories. But it’s better to brush off the dust and press “publish” than it is to let this post sit for another year or so.
One Shabbat, Shlomo was running back and forth from his room to the guest room (other end of the hall). Tova was with me, in our room (next to Shlomo’s), nursing.
Apparently, Shlomo wasn’t too happy with the shoshanim (lights in his room, remember?). He ran into his room, said, “Shoshanim, don’t hurt Tova! Behave!” shook his finger at them, and ran to the guest room. Then he turned around, ran back to his room, shook his finger at the lights, and said, “Shoshanim, don’t hurt Tova! Behave!” Over. And over. And over. And over again.
Hmmm . . .
Ducky is more than a doll. Ducky is a friend, companion, baby, snuggle buddy, and much more. Sometimes, Ducky is afraid of the shoshanim. Sometimes Ducky wants to drink Mama milk (this is allowed only when Tova is nursing – I don’t have patience to nurse one after the other). Sometimes Ducky wants me to swaddle him and put him in his “bed” (the lid of the hamper). There was a period of time when Ducky wanted a diaper and wore clothes.
Shlomo is not afraid of the shoshanim, by the way. But Ducky is. Ducky will need to go to the miklat (bomb shelter), and we need to be careful to take him down with us.
A few times when I was pregnant with Tova, Ducky threw up.
When Shlomo doesn’t want to talk, we can ask what Ducky is feeling. Sometimes Ducky feels sad, because he doesn’t want to make a poopy. Sometimes Ducky is tired and wants to sleep (but no, Shlomo doesn’t want to sleep).
Ducky never liked taking a bath in the washing machine. But now that he has Sheep (Tova’s snuggle buddy), he doesn’t mind so much. It’s much more fun to take a bath with a friend, and then dry on the laundry rack together.