The news he didn't want to hear
As of this weekend, Jack was still blissfully unaware of the news that his mother is with child again. I was trying to wait a few months so as not to incur a daily version of "Is the baby coming today?" for the next six months. But we had been talking about pregnancy and whatnot in front of him, thinking he didn't really know what that meant.
But then people kept asking him if he was going to be a big brother, which would result in him looking at them like they were nuts because DUH, he is already a big brother.
When I first knew I was pregnant, I wanted to feel him out about the situation, so I casually asked him what he thought about babies over lunch one day.
"What baby? Emmie?" he asked.
"No, like a new baby. What do you think of new babies?" I asked.
"I no like babies," he said. Allllrighty then.
Last week, I was telling him about my friend's new baby and he smiled and asked me when the new baby was coming to live at our house. I asked him why he thought a new baby was coming to live at our house and he just smiled some more. This kid is nothing if not perceptive.
So we spilled the news to him this weekend. It was raining and cold, we were stuck inside at the lakehouse where he stared forlornly outside and randomly had tantrums. I mean what better setting to ruin his life?
I told him that I had a secret to tell him, so he of course stopped cold while trying to squirm away from me and roll down a flight of stairs. He was all ears and I told him that Mommy had a baby in her tummy and that it would come out at Christmas time.
He smiled and looked at Josh and then at me and asked, "What Daddy have in his tummy?"
I laughed and said nothing, but then Jack corrected me and said Daddy had food in his tummy. Well, yes, that is technically correct. He then asked if he had a baby in his tummy. Again, I said no and he said he had food in his tummy.
He then asked, "I hit that new baby?"
Well then. Apparently it's not Emmie, it's just babies in general. Can't wait for the great terror campaign of 2009 to begin! This time with experience on which to draw upon!
But then we assured him that NO, he would NOT be hitting the new baby and he smiled. He wanted to look at my stomach and I showed him, but told him he can't see the baby when it's in there. He'll see it when it comes out.
And with that, he was satisfied and ran off to tell Grandma there was a baby in Mommy's tummy. Hopefully he won't start filling random strangers in on my reproductive status, but I think he's grasped the concept.
But then people kept asking him if he was going to be a big brother, which would result in him looking at them like they were nuts because DUH, he is already a big brother.
When I first knew I was pregnant, I wanted to feel him out about the situation, so I casually asked him what he thought about babies over lunch one day.
"What baby? Emmie?" he asked.
"No, like a new baby. What do you think of new babies?" I asked.
"I no like babies," he said. Allllrighty then.
Last week, I was telling him about my friend's new baby and he smiled and asked me when the new baby was coming to live at our house. I asked him why he thought a new baby was coming to live at our house and he just smiled some more. This kid is nothing if not perceptive.
So we spilled the news to him this weekend. It was raining and cold, we were stuck inside at the lakehouse where he stared forlornly outside and randomly had tantrums. I mean what better setting to ruin his life?
I told him that I had a secret to tell him, so he of course stopped cold while trying to squirm away from me and roll down a flight of stairs. He was all ears and I told him that Mommy had a baby in her tummy and that it would come out at Christmas time.
He smiled and looked at Josh and then at me and asked, "What Daddy have in his tummy?"
I laughed and said nothing, but then Jack corrected me and said Daddy had food in his tummy. Well, yes, that is technically correct. He then asked if he had a baby in his tummy. Again, I said no and he said he had food in his tummy.
He then asked, "I hit that new baby?"
Well then. Apparently it's not Emmie, it's just babies in general. Can't wait for the great terror campaign of 2009 to begin! This time with experience on which to draw upon!
But then we assured him that NO, he would NOT be hitting the new baby and he smiled. He wanted to look at my stomach and I showed him, but told him he can't see the baby when it's in there. He'll see it when it comes out.
And with that, he was satisfied and ran off to tell Grandma there was a baby in Mommy's tummy. Hopefully he won't start filling random strangers in on my reproductive status, but I think he's grasped the concept.
Labels: Jack, Pregnancy, Sibling Relations
posted by Amy at
6:12 PM
2 Comments:
when I was pregnant with my third this past winter, my daughter kept pointing to my belly and telling strangers that "mommy has my baby in her tummy." She took possession right away. Hopefully Jack will be as proud and less interested in hitting the baby as time goes on. Good luck!
"I hit that new baby"
Priceless.
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