this is real to her... not just a mere doll.

*mip, mip!* (translation: *milk, milk, my baby needs milk!*)
this is no joke. this is her child.



aaaaaaand we're done. easy enough. grab the baby by the bottom of her blanket dumping her promptly onto the floor and on the the next thing. but it's still real. her baby just doesn't mind being thrown around like a piece of old fabric. not a bit.



and she must be swaddled at all times. every good Mama knows they feel more secure that way. and so there she stays.