Obsession

So this is how you are likely to see Willow these days...holding her most precious item in the world: her "ba ba."

Not one hour goes by without Willow either thinking about a bottle and then pleading for one, or seeing her empty bottle and pleading for it to be filled.

Sometimes I test her love for her baba and attach a 'bedtime' rider and she always opts for the baba, even at the cost of bedtime.

Occasionally, she will stand at the fridge and hold on to the handle and hang her head and mournfully beg for a baba.

She likes milk so much that she is just about at her peak happiness at the grocery store when, sitting in the cart seat, she is squeezed on either side by a fresh gallons of milk. She just leans back and soaks up the experience. She is in flavor country. Then she absolutely looses it when we have to take the milk out of the cart and pack it in the back of the car, reaching out for it and crying as if she will never see milk again.

Lately we've had to ration her milk so she is actually hungry for food. If given the choice between her baba and a pile of candy there can be no doubt that Willow would choose the baba.