The Baba Fairy (late May, early June 2011)

My mild suggestions that Nora might be getting too old for a baby bottle went unheeded. Rich suggested we just get rid of them and go cold turkey. Since she only used a bottle first thing in the morning and last thing before bed, I didn't feel like they were doing her any real harm, but since she was using regular cups the rest of the time, it was clear that it was time to move on.

Luckily, the Baba Fairy came along and solved the problem for us.

I casually broached the subject of the Baba Fairy one day-- how the Baba Fairy leaves really great presents for kids who give her their babas, and then the BF gives those babas to kids who don't have any. But when I asked her whether she was ready to give the Baba Fairy her babas, she replied definitively that she was not.

So Rich and I brought up the Baba Fairy here and there for a week or two, and one day on a walk, Nora brought her up herself. "The Baba Fairy is going to bring me a present," she said. "Yes!" I replied. "Should we wrap up your babas for her when we get home?" "Yup." And that was it.

So we went home, found a box and some tissue paper, and made a nice presentation for the BF to find.

And off to nap we went. When she (ok, we) woke up, this pink trike was waiting for her on the front steps.


She only asked for a baba one more time after that. She cried, and I cried a little bit too, thinking about how getting older means getting new privileges and abilities, but it also means giving things up that you never get back. I'm getting pretty schmaltzy in my old age.