Felicity loves her baby dolls. Almost everyday, she walks over to her baby doll crib and grunts/stomps/squeals until I help her pull every single one of them out. In most cases, they end up on the sofa. Oh how she loves those baby dolls. Funny thing is that she feeds them with a bottle – as if she knows what that’s all about. I’m curious as to whether or not she’ll ever try to nurse her babies once she witnesses me nursing another baby (no – I’m not pregnant…just imagining). On another note, Maddie came over the other day. Since...