{ notes - thank you for the request and for asking politely, will always have time for baby trinity santos (yes, that is her favourite stuffie in the picture, and yes, she will tell whitaker he looks like him whenever he's grumpy. these hcs are very self indulgent, and my brain kept going, so there are quite a few. }
. . . her main cgs are garcia, ellis, or whitaker (though they are very often playmates). but her favourite babysitter is definitely her uncle jack, they are the dynamic that also probably needs another caregiver keeping an eye on them so they don't cause mischief.
. . . little trinity can be very similar to her when she’s not in headspace, very defensive, and sometimes her words are mean, but she doesn’t mean to be malicious, that's just the only way she knows how to defend herself.
. . . most often causes for regression is her being lectured or yelled at; she can't help it when her body’s natural defence is to dissociate, and then it turns into a quiet regression.
. . . exhaustion or being overtired is also a common cause of her regression, the scene of ellis asking her is shes tired definitely happens often as a sneaky way to see if she's feeling small.
. . . regulates herself often using deep breathing, it helps when she has a cg (garcia) who knows that having her hand on their chest can help her time her breaths.
. . . if she’s ever regressed alongside someone else + a cg, she very much pushes her own needs over to the side, insisting that other people need the help much more than she does.
. . . so so so independent, her cgs can't go an hour without hearing at least three ‘no, i can do it on my own.’
. . . doesn't always know how to not push herself too far, can sometimes struggle to let go of studing and work to regress, overthinking how her drawing looks or how she portrays herself when small, but a cg can definitely help when she gets too stuck in her own head.
. . . a huge babbler, but usually speaks to herself or is rambling instead of noises, speaks in a mix of english or tagalog depending on how small she is.
. . . a regressed trinity is still a huge nickname giver, but normally they're more 'kind' or they come from things they've done around her when shes been regressed. she's also a huge fan of nicknames herself, but is rarely given them because people just notice the ones she gives them.
. . . doesn't cope well with punishments, would completely shut down and be very self-destructive if put in time out or yelled at, just needs her caregiver to sit down with her and talk about why what she did/said was wrong, and then maybe some 'alone time' in her room for a few minutes to think about it.
. . . trinity isn't a huge fan of using a pacifier at first, that feels too 'real' and embarrasses her in front of other people, but when she has a sore cheek for chewing on it for the third time that week, she gives in and will glare daggers at anyone who looks at it for too long.
. . . hair NEEDS to be down loose instead of clipped back, specifically when she's small, will get irritated so quickly if she can feel a hair tie or clip in her hair.
. . . huge fidget, if she slips whilst at work she's swinging her stethoscope or playing with the hem of her scrubs, but at home she's fiddling with jewellery or her cgs hands.
. . . can be very possesive over her belongings or special items, her few stuffies and blankets are very much hers. she would rather gift people their own things when big instead of sharing.
. . . however, she is a huge thief of her cgs clothes, their smell, and a different fit is such a huge comfort for her, but if she gets called out for it, she gets super bashful and embarrassed.
{ notes- this is my first time writing for the pitt so am sorry if its not completely in character!!! also slightly self indulgent}
tags - @sunflowerandsunshinebaby (some of these are her ideas too !! thank you for encouraging me to watch the pitt ! )
. I feel like Jack would be the best with a kid/tween regressor, but he would be amazing with a little of any age.
. He doesn’t have any favourite titles, parental ones, nicknames - anything his regressor his comfortable with, though he’s best as an uncle cg or babysitter. Though if someone calls him his regressor’s ‘old man’ he’ll give a playful glare and roll his eyes. (‘uncle Jack’ is a secret favourite shhh)
. He’s definitely the one who people regress around most accidentally- he’s so casual about helping people out of giving small praise or tips, sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until he has to refrain (will definitely apologise if he accidentally causes someone to regress at a bad time and will take care of them and the situation)
. Jack definitely has an ‘emergency’ kit on him at all times, with snacks, juice boxes, bandaids, and spare teethers !!
. a trouble-maker baby sitter !! will sneak snacks to a little in front of their cg like a spy mission, hands behind their backs but they always get caught when one of them laughs.
. will sneak vending machine money to his regressor like a grandma sneaking money to a grandkid- or will come and shake it in hopes of getting a free snack !!
. rarely ever gets ‘upset’ with the little he’s looking after unless they do something to put themself at risk or someone else, most of the time he’ll ‘lecture them’ but then whisper little praises (think of him telling santos off then telling her she’s a badass).
. Isn’t strict with screen time, will play video games with them- his favourite is mario kart, he isn’t the type to let them win every time but will every couple if their maybe feeling younger or starting to get upset.
. is big on spending time outdoors, will go on nature walks, cheer you on as you climb the jungle gym, and on the days where it isn’t busy he might even do a trip to a trampoline park !
. isn’t strict on his regressor cursing/swearing, as long as it isn’t aimed at him or someone who doesn’t deserve it, he thinks its a good way to express properly how you feel- and he also doesn’t like to restrict anyone of how they can talk.
. If he finds stickers left on his dashboard he’ll keep them there, he loves seeing the smile on his regressors face once they notice they’ve all been left untouched !
. Will make his regressor a hot chocolate or tea when he makes his coffee before a shift, even has a matching flask but in his regressors favourite colour !
Hi!!! Loved your babyheadspace Nancy post! Could you make headcanons for baby Nancy and older brother regressed little Eddie?
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Older brother Eddie + babyspace Nancy headcanons !!
{ notes - hihi anon, thank you that means a lot they were a ton of fun to write!! these ones were tricky and slightly rushed so i apologise in advance but their dynamic is super cool to think about and not one i usually think about !! }
. this duo isn’t one that happens a lot, but not because they dont get along !! they just both have other people who they gravitate towards more.
. At first Nancy’s a bit nervous around Eddie, he’s loud (especially when he’s small) and new to her regressed headspace, so at first she kind of just, observes?
. Eddie doesn’t mind, once he realises he’ll make sure when he plays with his little toy figures he speaks loud enough for her to hear and be able to join in if she ever wanted too !!
. Nancy wasn’t huge on playing with his dragons and the slightly scary monster figures he plays with, until he asks if her princess doll needed a dragon to protect her castle, they end up playing lots of princess and dragon related games.
. They very much are opposites when they come to regressing, Nancy doesn’t speak very much, especially not when she’s in her youngest headspace, but Eddie’s really good at reading body language so is able to communicate with her and give her what she needs without words !!
. Eddie’s very good with gentle hands, after spending so long painting tiny figures he knows how to be gentle with his toys, which he also puts into practice when dealing with Nancy. She isn’t like any other of his play mates, who like to wrestle or run around playing in the dirt, instead liking to watch Eddie reenact stories or something calmer.
. They both really like their stuffies, and they’ll both collect baby clothes or fun fabrics so when they regress together or have a play date they can dress up their stuffies together !!
. Eddie also customises most of Nancy’s things !! decorating her Pacis whilst she watches, or helps on days where she has more energy.
. With him having to do a lot of stuff for himself when he was a kid, he’s quite independent and capable when regressed, so when Nancy needs some juice, he can put it in her sippy, when she needs a nap, he can get them both settled down easily.
. Nancy is a giggly baby when she regresses, and Eddie is always pulling funny faces to make her laugh. But Eddie is very bouncy and high energy, and even him getting exited about something or bouncing around absentmindedly is enough to make her giggle.
. Eddie is a huge fan of physical touch when regressed, and Nancy appreciates the weight when she gets overwhelmed, but holding hands is super reassuring for both of them !!
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Nat isn’t quite sure how to deal with the cold, and when her favourite comfort isn’t available to her she feels younger than normal, Lottie has to figure out how to distract her from that fact and warm her up.
{ notes- this is my very first time writing a oneshot so i hope you enjoy it !! this is also a gift for @cryingatwindermerepeaks thank you for all your contributions towards the yellowjackets agere tag !! includes cg!lottie, regressor!nat, use of pacifiers, mentions of nats trauma relating to the cold.}
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“There you are.” Lottie’s voice manages to squeeze itself into the tiny space between the coatrack and the shelf where they keep the outdoor shoes. When Nat moves the arm of her fur coat, she can spot the light pink fabric of Lottie’s pyjama bottoms creasing as she kneels in front of her hiding spot.
The weather had been getting colder again, windows frosted over when they woke in the early mornings, and cardigans worn over their sleep shirts. Nat had never minded the winter before the crash- the cold was merely an inconvenience due to the trailer not being able to keep out the cold- but in Lottie’s house, the warmth from the heaters kept you feeling safe until you had to leave.
Things had been piling up over the past week, Nat had tripped on a walk- earning her a scraped knee and cold palms, Lottie had to leave and go out of town for three days which left her to return to her Mother’s trailer with her tail between her legs- even if she had been told she was welcomed in the Matthew’s home whilst Lottie was away, she had been too nervous to stay on her own in that big house.
Then the worst thing had happened: Nat had dropped Rusty the raccoon into the sink while trying to help by washing the dishes. Lottie wasn’t mad at her; she never was, but she had insisted that Rusty needed to get a wash before Nat could play with him again. That was fine, she had managed to convince herself, she could hold out on regressing until she got her stuffie back safe and sound- at least she thought so until one of the butlers had left the back door open and had chilled the entire house.
Lottie had known about Nat having to brace the cold every day during that first winter with Travis, and then when the second rolled around, she had been the one to climb the snowy mountain all on her own. She knew Nat struggled with the cold; usually on her bad days, she would stay curled up in her bed with Rusty in one arm and a hot water bottle in the other. But this time, Rusty wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“Can you scoot yourself out a little, please?” Nat couldn’t think of anything worse, her cheeks felt warm from the array of coats and jackets surrounding her, and she could smell Lottie’s perfume on the more furry coats. “Just so I can see your smiley face, bug.”
“S’ cold.” Lottie can hear the frown through her words, she’s quiet in a way that would tell Lottie that she had regressed if she hadn’t been able to tell by her hiding away in the mudroom. “Don’t want to go outside.”
“I know, baby.” Lottie tries to reason with her- it’s not the usual approach she would have to take, when Natalie regressed she never had to be bribed or bargained with, she always strived to please. “You don’t have to go outside, I promise, nobody’s going out there. It’s getting warmer now, but you’ve been hiding away for so long in there, I doubt you can feel it.”
Nat must shuffle, or adjust her arms, because Lottie now has a full view of her, sitting curled up with her knees to her chest, her thumb switching between getting chewed on and slipping into her mouth. Her heart breaks a little bit seeing just how small she looks- Nat rarely regresses this young, and it always strikes Lottie just how tiny she can look.
“‘M sorry.” Nat’s lip begins to wobble in a way that makes Lottie want to swaddle her up in countless layers of blankets and never let her go ever again. She sounds exhausted and scared more than anything else. “I’m just really cold.”
“You don’t have to be, everything’s alright, I promise you.” She sticks her arms into the midst of hanging clothes, letting Nat grab at her warm hand and rub it against her cheek like she does with the ear of her raccoon- though this only seems to refresh her memory.
“But-“ Nat shakes her head just before she begins to shuffle herself out, finally looking up at her caregiver with big, teary eyes. “But Rusty’s gone, can’t find him.”
“Oh baby, he’s in the dryer, remember?”
“All alone?” That thought alone seems to panic her, a whine escapes her pitifully as she releases Lottie’s hand to rub at the few tears that have fallen at the realisation she’s left her best friend all alone in the scary dryer.
“He won’t be in there for long.” She feels stuck; she needs Nat to come out from her hiding space without causing her more panic, but her stuffie’s only just been put into the dryer and will still be another fifteen minutes. “How about we go and check on Rusty? And if he isn’t quite dry enough, then Mama can do her magic trick to get him all warm and ready for you?”
Nat blinks at her for a moment, the mix of reassurances and Lottie referring to herself as ‘Mama’ clearly had thrown her into a deeper headspace than normal. But before Lottie can backtrack, Nat gives a nervous nod before beginning to shuffle towards her whilst taking her still extended hand.
“Good job, Sweetheart.” She sighs out, and once Nat manages to squeeze her way fully out, Lottie has no issues pulling Nat into her arms once she’s standing, holding the regressed girl against her front.
Nat lets out a small whine at the cold air inside the mud room, burying her face in the warm silk of Lottie’s shoulder until she feels the warm air from the rest of the house and is sure they aren’t going anywhere near the outdoors.
The rest of the house has all warmed up, the fireplaces all lit and flooding the house with both warmth and the comforting smell which takes her back to the first winter in the cabin- luckily, the smell has never triggered Natalie at all. The laundry room is warm enough to rid the goosebumps on Natalie’s skin, and she gives a contented sound into her Mama’s neck once the smell of cotton laundry powder fills her nose.
“Mama?”
Lottie hums back a reply, her hand rubbing her back in small circles as she sways on her feet. She huffs out a small laugh once she receives a small mumble into her neck. “Rusty?”
“Mama can do the trick if you like, but that means you have to get down so I can grab the hair dryer and get Rusty out.” She can hardly get her sentence out before Nat shakes her head, her hands coming up to grab at her shoulders. “Oh, I know, I know you wanna stay here, I've got you.”
It takes her a lot of effort, and a few close calls, but she manages to sit herself on the ground without dropping Nat, who hasn’t let her grip weaken since the idea of being put down escaped Lottie’s mouth. “Or we can just sit here and watch Rusty get all nice and warm from the dryer.”
Once she receives a small nod, and feels her baby's head turn to face the shaking machine which is holding her friend hostage. She leans back against a pile of towels before spotting Nat’s thumb tucked between her teeth.
“Hm, I think I see a thumb where it isn’t supposed to be.” She makes sure to keep her tone a playful one, poking a finger at Nat’s cheek until she gets a small smile. Lottie gently tugs on her hand until she releases her thumb, even if it earns her a pout. She reveals a pacifier from the pocket of her pyjama trousers, a dark blue one with glow-in-the-dark stars- a gift from Van, if she remembers correctly. She places a small kiss on Nat’s forehead as she timidly accepts the pacifier, so that she knows she isn’t looking at her whilst she gets used to it.
Lottie’s sure she’ll have a sore back later on, but she’ll take it if that means Natalie can settle until Rusty can be returned to her. She’s quick to fall into a dozy state, half awake as the soft thrumming of the dryer mixes with Lottie’s warm hand stroking her hair away from her face.
“You can sleep, cuddle-bug, Rusty will be all ready for you once you wake up again, I promise.” Nat falls asleep in her Mama's arms without fear.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Jackie, Misty, and Laura-lee have an afternoon of dress-up!!
{ notes- was possessed by a sudden urge to write big sister Jackie so now you get this two nights later! Also posting to celebrate a year of my tumblr account how exciting !! Thank you to all my friends on here and anyone who lurks through likes and reblogs too, you all mean the world to me, hopefully you'll see more of me soon <3 }
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It wasn't very often that Jackie Taylor got to play the big sister, regressing when she was upset always left her smaller than most of the other girls, and falling into her 'Mama' headspace only really happened when Shauna needed her.
So when a four-year-old Misty wanders her way into Jackie's room, wringing out her hands nervously as she looks at the floor, just waiting until she's noticed to murmur, "Do you maybe wanna play dress up with me and Lee-Lee?" She's in a steady seven-year-old headspace by the time the two make it back into Misty's loft bedroom.
Laura-Lee is sitting on her bed, Leonard perched on her knees as she swings her legs forward and back, clearly the youngest mentally of the three. Misty quickly goes to pull the trunk full of dress-up supplies out from the bottom of her closet whilst Jackie empties her arms onto the middle of her rug, a mix of colourful hair ties and clips, bright pink plastic consisting of kids' makeup, and a hairbrush.
"Can Leonard have a clip?" Laura-Lee sits on a pillow next to where Jackie's decided is the home base for her supplies, grabbing at the painted tupperware container and shaking it a few times, enjoying the rattle-like sound that comes from it.
"Yes, but make sure he doesn't lose it." Jackie organises her supplies in the order she thinks they'll be used, making sure nothing rolls underneath the rug or Misty's bed. Dressing up is fun, but sometimes the thought of things getting misplaced is scary.
"Van got me some new Tutu's we can share!" Misty's glowing with excitement, much less reserved and shy now that they're in her safe space, and not being the youngest one helps soothe the thought of being judged. The dress-up 'chest' is really just a large white tote bin, stickers covering the entirety of the base, and Misty's name painted across the lid in yellow paint, but it looks like a magical treasure chest to the regressed girls.
Misty pops off the lid and places it down gently before sticking her arm in and rummaging around for nothing in particular, and when her hand emerges clutching a slightly bent pair of fairy wings, all three girls quickly become engrossed in their game.
The tote ends up sideways, spilling its contents across the floor in a mix of sequins and tule. Misty and Jackie search for pieces of their own outfits, with Laura-Lee humming happily in approval when something is presented to her.
By the time the fashion frenzy is over, Misty has her dark blue sweater tucked into a light pink tutu, a star wand that she decided made her both a fairy and a princess, and a pair of heart socks to go with her recently cleaned bright yellow rainboots. Jackie is wearing a matching light blue tutu, her strawberry shortcake pyjama t-shirt, a tall pink princess cone hat, and layers of beaded necklaces and bracelets to complete the look. Laura-Lee didn't like the feeling of the tutu's, so instead decided to wear a long purple dress that had been forgotten by someone, the now straightened pair of fairy wings, a Misty-bedazzled tiara, and some soft ballet slippers.
"This is how I would dress going to Cinderella's ball!" Misty does enough twirls in front of her mirror to make her need to sit down, landing on the rug with a thump loud enough to cause the three girls to erupt in giggles, all of them following her to the floor as Jackie remembers the make-up she bought with her.
"We can't go to a ball with no make-up, not if we're real ladies! Who wants to go first?" Flipping the latches on her case always makes a grin appear on her face, revealing rows of both colorful and shimmery eyeshadows, and a handful of tubes filled with sticky and shiny lip glosses.
Misty raises her arm in the air like their in school, shuffling closer on her knees pleadingly, "Can I? Please, I wanna be beautiful."
"You're already beautiful, Misty, and I can go second, thats okay, Leonard and I can start making us matching bracelets!" Laura-Lee was designated bracelet maker most of the time, the most patient of them all, even if she was the youngest. Fishing another rattly box from the pocket of her cardigan, as the door to Misty's bedroom swings open with a gentle knock.
"Everything okay in here? Tai heard a bang." Van's head pokes into the room, smiling at the clearly regressed girls, making a mental note to remind them to clean up the mess later. "Getting ready for fashion week, huh?"
"Van! Jax and I are matching tutus, and now we're gonna do make-up, and we're all having fun!" Misty bounces on her knees, practically vibrating with excitement at the fact that she's chosen a game they can all enjoy together. Laura-Lee gives a wave using Leonard's paw, his ear having found its way into her mouth, but Van doesn't have the heart to correct her, so they give a playful wave back.
"I see that. I'm glad you're all having fun. Can I take a picture of all of you so Nat can see when she's back?" Another reason why she had wanted to come check up on Misty, the girl always regressed when Nat was away, and usually she hid in her room until she came back, so it was nice to see her so happy, let alone playing with people.
"Not yet, Van! We need to do make-up, and Lee's gonna make us all bracelets." Jackie looks at Van like they've said something absurd, crossing her arms momentarily before going back to rooting through lip-gloss colours.
"Oh yeah, sorry, Van, can't have pictures taken till our outfits are all complete!" Misty says, parroting Jackie's explanation with a sure nod and shy smile.
"Of course, I'll come back later when the princesses are all ready." They nod very seriously, like they had missed an obvious point, calling out a reminder as they make their way out of the room again, leaving the door ajar. "But remember, whatever mess you make is yours to clean!"
The last point is clearly ignored as Jackie gets Misty to choose an eyeshadow colour, giving her one hot pink eyelid, and one pale blue one, to represent their matching tutu's, according to Misty. Jackie decides that she too will have pink and blue eyeshadow, along with her pink lip gloss, whilst Misty chooses a sparkly clear one. Laura-Lee's dragged away from the last half of her bracelet to have some yellow and green eyeshadow dusted onto her eyes, and slightly beneath them to, as Jackie regresses further. A round of matching pink blush and face glitter later, the girls decide their looks are complete, so they wait somewhat patiently as Laura-Lee finishes Leonard's bracelet, before slipping on the matching array of blue, pink, yellow, and green beads, and another round of twirling commences in front of Misty's mirror.
By the time they stop, their heads are dizzy, and they stumble over to Misty's bed, collapsing side by side on her patchwork quilt. As she rolls onto her stomach, Laura-Lee places her fairy wings on the ottoman sitting at the end of the bed, eyeing the bookshelf across the room eagerly as an idea pops into her head. "Jackie, can you read Cinderella to us?"
"Okay, I can, cos I'm the oldest." She manages to walk gracefully over to the bookshelf to retrieve the storybook, wriggling herself between Misty and Laura-Lee so all three can see the pictures, even if they've all seen them a hundred times before. "Once upon a time, there was a pretty young girl named Cinderella…"
Half an hour later, Van makes their way back up the stairs, Nat's camera held carefully in one hand as they use the other to push the door open, very quickly stopping it from hitting the wall once she spots the three girls all curled up on Misty's double bed, Cinderella opened halfway on Jackie's chest.
They smile as they take a picture, grateful the flash doesn't cause any of them to stir. The picture comes out, and after a shake, it reveals slightly smudged makeup and creased clothes, but it perfectly sums up the mess of makeup and tiaras lying just out of frame.
Van switches off the main light as they leave, making sure the nightlight in the corner shines bright, pleased that they had managed to fall asleep right before naptime. Scrubbing their faces later in the bath won't be an easy task, but she knows the girls desperately needed this afternoon of carefree play.
Haiii!!! I know this post was from a bit ago but could you make some little Katniss headcannons please :)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Regressor!Katniss headcanons
{ notes- safe to say these are my favourite headcanons yet !! includes mentions of food insecurity and potential undereating, guilt surrounding food. }
🏹 . . . Katniss regresses anywhere from 3-8, normally at the older end, though her actions aren’t always age accurate due to her having to act older than she was and mature faster.
🍞. . . Her main caregiver is Haymitch, Effie adores little Katniss so is happy to spend time with her (though sometimes she can overwhelm her), Peeta sometimes, though he’s more of a playmate. Finnick is also a good caregiver for her.
🌲 . . . Loves looking after and helping out with the younger regressors, her big sister instincts are still so strong so is always helping out a regressed Peeta, or Annie.
🌱. . . She loves going outside when regressed, will beg whoever’s taking care of her to take her on walks or to let her play in the yard.
🧸 . . . Will collect flowers and point out plants and animals and tell her caregiver facts about them, will let Effie weave flowers she’s collected into her braids!
🏹 . . . adores district 4 when she’s regressed, loves spending time with Finnick and Annie, and getting to go to the beach and swim is something she adores.
🍞 . . . When she’s little she panics a lot about food, her caregiver will have to dish up her plate for her if they want her to get a good enough portion size else she takes too little, due to feeling like she has to give others more food.
🌲 . . . Can get grumpy because her gross motor skills can get worse when regressed, meaning she can’t do her hair herself, Finnick is the best at doing braids, Haymitch’s braiding skills are shaky, Effie is the best but often tries doing something more extravagant than just one braid, but she can get upset with anyone else having to do it cos it embarrasses her.
🌱 . . . Tries her best to be independent and do everything on her own, but once she’s alone with a caregiver she loves to be babied and having things done for her, though if anyone asks or sees her she gets embarrassed and snappy.
🧸 . . . Secretly loves being held (especially by haymitch) and fed a bottle, it helps her caregiver know she’s having some extra nutrients, but helps her feel close and get extra affection
🏹 . . . Katniss tries her best to be kind, she really does, but she also cannot for the life of her think before she speaks, is very blunt.
🍞 . . . “Finnick why does Johanna keep giving you an angry face?” - Johanna was secretly mad at Finnick and was waiting for him to notice on his own, Katniss took away her dramatics.
🌲 . . . even if she has an older headspace, she is a thumb-sucker when she’s sleepy. Prefers a thumb over a pacifier, but also knows her teeth will thank her so will use one when asked.
🌱 . . . Adores Haymitch’s geese, they don’t like her one bit however, and every-time one honks at her she threatens to eat it (she would never).
🧸 . . . Her dad’s jacket is a huge comfort for her, checks it’s still on the peg multiple times a day, and if she’s having a hard night then will wear it to sleep.
{ notes- sorry these requests are taking so long! am getting more motivated so hopefully more done soon! }
🐇 . . . Shauna has a few nicknames for little Jackie; bunny, jax, sweetheart, smiley.
🧸 . . . when Jackie’s this tiny Shauna quickly becomes ‘mama’, and Jax’s always babbling it to get fussed over !!
🎀 . . . Jackie is very particular with what she wears especially when she feels reallyyyy small.
🐰 . . . has a couple onesies but she prefers wearing one of her mama’s shirts
🍼 . . . the definition of ‘velcro baby’, always wants her mama to carry her around, or if she can’t then she needs to be in eyesight- though she’s still whining until Shauna’s back at her side !!
🐇 . . . hasn’t quite mastered object permanence yet cos of how little she gets, cries as soon as her mama leaves the room until she comes back.
🧸 . . . very whiny baby, is shes upset she’ll kick her legs and huff.
🎀 . . . temperamental, can quickly turn from frowns to giggles to tears- so so sensitive and Shauna has to always keep an eye on her.
🐰 . . . is a sleepy baby !!!
🍼 . . . loveslovesloves bedtime, even if sometimes its hard, she loves laying and snuggling with Shauna, soft cozy blankets.
🐇 . . . only likes doing tummy-time if Shauna’s laying down next to her or in front of her.
🧸 . . . loveslovesloves her paci, she has lots of different ones but her favourite is a baby blue one with ’baby’ written on it that Shauna made for her.
🎀 . . . likes when Shauna does her hair, Shauna isn’t the best at doing hair (especially on a wriggly baby) but manages pigtails, a braid or sometimes just clipping it out of Jackie’s face.
🐰 . . . Jax’s such a fussy eater when she’s small, but when she’s in her babyspace she’s the worst for it, Shauna has to load her up on fruit and yogurt before Jackie’s whining because she wants a bottle.
