Now she's all about her babies, and she has a ton. These aren't even nearly all of them. At bedtime we find ourselves trying to bargain with her as we attempt to move some from the bed to her shelves. Each time we try, she gets all panicky. "I need her, I NEED her. I need baby," she'll insist. Today at nap time, Brad had actually done a good job removing them, and had a stern talk with her about how we don't get out of bed until Mommy or Daddy come and get us.
This is what I saw when I came in to get her up, so much for that talk! They're all back in, can't believe there was room for her too.