Miss Elizabeth Mae is our little mama. Last weekend, we went to a local children’s consignment shop to buy things for the twins. Bess saw a baby doll in a bassinet.
“Mama, he need me. He so firsty. He so sleepy. He so hungry. He need me, Mama. He my Chwismas present? I didn’t get a Chwismas present. He so cold. Gimme dat baby.”
I was wrapping Christmas gifts at 3 am. On Christmas. When I realized that we had forgotten to buy anything for Bess. She had leggings and books. No toy. So, I did what any normal mom would do: wrapped an opened box of fruit snacks. Don’t judge lest you be judged.
Bess mentioned a few weeks back that she never received a toy for Christmas. “Yes, we’ll get you a Christmas present. Tell mommy when you see something you like.”
The doll became our late-January consolation prize. $10. We adopted Elizabeth’s 6th baby and bought homecoming outfits for the Ballew Twins.
Bess is never without one of her babies.
Or all of her babies.
She also finds babies at every church function and playdate. If babies are at a thrift shop and missing their clothes, they are instantly part of the Ballew Family.
Our little mama. And the only person I’ve ever met who co-sleeps with sextuplets…