What used to be called, “playing mommies” is now called “playing babies.” Doll play is an ongoing occurrence in our house, but lately the babies have been especially loved. Right now the doll that Winnie got from her grandma when she was born is the doll of choice. As soon as Winnie started showing increased attention toward the doll, it became Charlotte’s favorite. She named her Rose (after the woman who cared for her for the first three years of her life). Charlotte is particularly interested in Rose even though we have two other identical dolls in the house. My mom sent me my old one from when I was a little girl, and she got one just like it for Charlotte when she was born. Still, Rose is the one everyone wants. Winnie grabs her and holds her and pats her back and if you tell her to give her baby a kiss, she will open her drooly mouth really big and put it on the baby’s head. She lugs the baby around and moves it very clumsily from the stroller to the carseat and into her lap. And then when Charlotte inevitably takes it from her, she screams louder than you can imagine and throws a tantrum. “I know, Winnie, I have an older sister too,” I think as I brace myself for the unavoidable days of sibling rivalry.