I mean, can you blame him? During the five years of his life, I’ve been pregnant for 1 1/2 of them. That’s, like, a third of his life. That’s like me knowing someone who was continually pregnant for TEN YEARS.
He keeps saying thing like this:
“Mom, when is the baby brother in your tummy going to come out?”
Or, during prayers:
“Please bless my toys and Eleanor and my next baby brother that’s coming,”
Or, during playtime:
“I’m going for a ride in a boat. Just me, William, and my next baby brother.”
What baby brother was that?
“The one in your tummy, Mom.”
He wasn’t all that fazed when we explained that Mommy’s tummy was, alas, unoccupied. Then we gave him a hypothetical choice.
“Which would you rather have, Jeffrey,” Brian asked. “A new baby brother, or a boat?”
Oh, he answered immedately.
“A boat. A big one.”
Regarding new siblings:
My Baby Brother Has Ten Tiny Toes by Laura Leuck, illustrated by Clara Vulliamy. So many “new baby” stories choose the “jealous older sibling dislikes baby” plotline that this book is positively refreshing. Here we have Big Sister proudly boasting about all the things she loves about her baby brother, from banging spoons to backyard tea parties to the twirly ring mobile above his bed. Really, though, anybody would fall in love with a baby as depicted in Vuilliamy’s watercolors. Twinkly blue eyes! Chubby pink cheeks! Darling curly moppety hair! Mmmmm, now who’s baby hungry?*
(*Oh, so not me. Hah.)