It's her big sister that walked into the kitchen the other day, with the stroller in one hand and shirt up, nursing her doll with the other. I thought, that looks oddly familiar, although I don't think I've ever mastered the nurse and stroll, just the nurse and cook or walk around if need be.
I guess the straw basket is her purse, complete with a duckie! No need for money.
Oh no, is my baby ok? I must pat her and fix her blanket, over and over again!
Time for bed baby, snuggle up in Daddy's shirt.