Maggie has a thing for fishes. She's not as obsessed with them as she is with shoes... yet. But she's well on her way.
I think the obsession began with a large bag of Swedish Fish my parents left here when we were moving in. Maggie would drag me to the pantry, point at the door, and whine, "ISHY! ISHY!"
"You want a fishy?"
So, that's how it began, this obsession. But tonight I was amazed at the dramatic turn the fish obsession took. The boys had finished up with a package of Huggies diapers, so I went into their closet which is more of a diaper arsenal, thanks to the kindness of a lot of people who have donated to our needs, and fetched a new package. These Kroger brand diapers were decorated with some adorable ocean animals (ishies, if you will). I didn't think anything of it, just being relieved that they were not psycho Sesame Street Pampers.
We gave the boys a bath after they had bathed themselves in spit up (man, I love reflux!). Maggie hopped in the tub too for a minute, but then biffed it when she climbed out. I do not like the tile we have in our bathroom its like a slip-n-slide--but back to the story. She fell apart and was screaming. The boys were screaming. It was so insane all Dan and I could do was look at each other and laugh. We got the boys lotioned, diapered, dressed, and swaddled, then we turned to figuring our what Mag's deal was.
Normally wrestling her into a diaper is no easy feat, but for some reason when I said, "Let's get you a diaper Maggie." She said, "YEAH!"
I got out one of her size 3's and she launched into another fit. She brought me one of the boys' size 1 diapers. I said, "Maggie...that's for babies."
She said, "Ishies."
So I wedged her little tush into the size 1 ishy diaper like any loving mother would do.