Baby Dolls are Better

Just so I don't freak anyone else out, I have to tell you that the mini motorcycle isn't for real. Eva can barely run straight and without falling down so it's terrifying to think of her riding something motorized. I suppose she is like her mother in that way. I was scared to drive even our wimpy scooter we used to have. We were just in the KTM dealership to get Eric's bike fixed and they had about 20 of these little motorcycles so we thought it would be a fun trick to play on the grandmas...

Instead, Santa brought Eva 2 baby dolls. I love to watch her hug her baby because she holds it ever so carefully in between her shoulder and cheek and carries it around. Then she plops it in the stroller and pushes it while running at top speed around our empty living room. She says, "botto." And then after she takes a fake sip, she shoves the toy bottle in the dolls face. It's so sweet. Much sweeter than a motorcycle.