For those of you who I haven't seen since February, London is my newest daughter. Yes we had the baby, yes I know it happened back in April, and yes she is adorable. I know I'm a horrible father for not blogging about her earlier, but I can live with that. I'm OK, are you? Good, now that we are in this happy place let's talk about this little bundle of joy before she is no longer with us. No, she's not sick or dying, just in danger, and that danger is called Mollie.
You see some people would think that there would be some sibling rivalry or jealousy or something like that.
Mollie just loves London WAYYYYY too much.
For one thing, she always wants to touch her face, which I can understand because when I really like someone I really like to get a tactile experience of their cheekbones. It's good bonding time as well. I can't tell you how many of my friends I have now were won over with a nice massage of the mandible.
One of these days Mollie will learn that people in general don't like to have their faces touched.... by anyone. I let Kara touch my face, the doctor, and the occasional kid who thinks I'm Santa and want's to pull my beard (when I have one), but other than that, really no one.
I went up to Mollie and did the exact same thing she was doing to London and said "Do you like that? How does that feel?"
Her response, "It feels good!" I must explain that I was also shaking her cheeks back and forth with my fingers. She loved it.
Another fear London now has, is Gummie Bears. Thanks to Mollie. One day Mollie decided to feed her several gummie bears, and me being the ever attentive father missed most of it, until the last one had been shoved down London's throat. Luckily grandma saw it and raced in just as Mollie was saying "She likes it!"
I jumped in and said "Mollie, we NEVER, EVER give London food!"
Her response, "You're welcome!" and she skips off. I guess she thought that I meant that we never feed London so she needs to.
So in addition to the above death threats that London receives every time Mollie enters the room, she has also been sat on, licked, kicked, cheeks squished (all four) nose plugged, blanket covered and in general PTSD. London will be smiling at me, and then Mollie will jump in and say "Hey London" and she will visibly jump at the sight or sound of her.
She loves Nikki, loves Lukas, allows grandmas to hold her for two minutes of non cry time a week, but lives in constant fear of Mollie. I hope they both survive.
