For an evening we got to live out the dream of having a baby girl. History Girl left Kitty, an 18 month old bundle of giggles and smiles, in our care. Kitty sat in the middle of the living room playing with her hair, a coy smile creeping out from behind her pacifier. Team Testosterone and I sat around her watching her. A bin of baby toys stashed especially for such occasions provided the rest of the entertainment.
The night flew by while the boys handed her toy after toy, marveling at her baby cuteness. Mr. D tickled her and she squealed with laughter. Mr. T and Mr. G bonked themselves on the head repeatedly to her delight. Mr. B resumed begging me for a baby sister (sorry, bud, no dice). Kitty would throw her arms out and exclaim "Cubbie!" after every trick.
The best part came towards the end of the night when Team Testosterone did their push-ups before bedtime. Kitty dropped to all fours and bobbed her head up and down towards the carpet in her imitation the big boys--I wish I'd had the video recorder charged--it was too adorable.
All 3 of my boys showed her such kindness and it was fun having a content baby in our midst. But it was just as nice sleeping through the night after Farmer came to take her home at 8:30. Yep, no regrets, just gratitude that we can live the dream of having a baby girl vicariously through our neighbors.