Pat the Baby: A Story About Friendship
January 11th, 2014
Until recently, Little Bird really didn’t show a marked preference for any particular toy. She has lots of baby toys – rattles and taggies and a very fine Sophie Giraffe – and she played with them all happily, but she never had a favorite.
That changed on Christmas morning. On that special morning, Little Bird met Pat.
This is Pat the Baby, a gift from my mother-in-law.
Little Bird loves Pat. Desperately. Passionately. Single-mindedly.
She spent much of the days after Christmas crawling through the house, dragging Pat along with her. If she spotted Pat while being held, she would wiggle and squirm and honk until I leaned her down to grab her friend. On our car ride to Pittsburgh after New Year, my mother entertained Birdie for long stretches of road by having Pat perform gymnastic feats above her car seat.
Why the name? Well, Little Bird named her. Sort of. When she first picked up the doll, she immediately started patting it on the head. Thus, Pat the Baby.