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Dec292007
Time for more information
December 29, 2007
One thing that I'm loving about being pregnant this time is Kid A's special attention to it. He's always been encouraging, about having more babies, that one. Kid A is possibly the most socially oriented kid that I've met. He just wants to hang out with people, all the time. And since YaYa was born when he was nineteen months old, he doesn't remember not being a brother.
So, all the time, the child is asking me whether we can have ten kids. Sometimes he asks me if we can have 3211 kids, a show off number. To which I reply, "NO, no no." Obviously.
But I was happy to be able to tell him that we really are going to have another baby. To say that he is excited would be like saying that he likes mangoes. He adores mangoes, and he is coming out of his skin about the baby.
Every day, he asks, "Do you need to rest, for your baby?" or "Do you need some food, for your baby?" All this chivalry is making me swoon.
Yesterday he asked, "Are you going to have milk in your num-nums again, for your baby?" (So, we've always called breastmilk "num-nums", and I have no idea where in the world the kids got the idea that the vehicle(s) for milk were the num-nums, not the milk itself. YaYa will hold up one of my bras and say, "Is this for your num-nums?" and I just say yes. I guess it could be embarrassing later on, if they continue to believe that breasts are called num-nums, but for now, it's just really cute.)
But then, yesterday, I also realized that we should probably talk a little bit more about the technicalities of it all. We've talked about how the baby is swimming like a little fish, and how he doesn't breathe, because he has an umbilical cord (not sure if he has that yet, actually, but you know.) and how when he comes out, he'll take his first breaths, and the kids stare at me with big eyes.
But yesterday, Kid A thought about it for a while, and then asked, "So... are you going to, like, poop the baby out?"
So, all the time, the child is asking me whether we can have ten kids. Sometimes he asks me if we can have 3211 kids, a show off number. To which I reply, "NO, no no." Obviously.
But I was happy to be able to tell him that we really are going to have another baby. To say that he is excited would be like saying that he likes mangoes. He adores mangoes, and he is coming out of his skin about the baby.
Every day, he asks, "Do you need to rest, for your baby?" or "Do you need some food, for your baby?" All this chivalry is making me swoon.
Yesterday he asked, "Are you going to have milk in your num-nums again, for your baby?" (So, we've always called breastmilk "num-nums", and I have no idea where in the world the kids got the idea that the vehicle(s) for milk were the num-nums, not the milk itself. YaYa will hold up one of my bras and say, "Is this for your num-nums?" and I just say yes. I guess it could be embarrassing later on, if they continue to believe that breasts are called num-nums, but for now, it's just really cute.)
But then, yesterday, I also realized that we should probably talk a little bit more about the technicalities of it all. We've talked about how the baby is swimming like a little fish, and how he doesn't breathe, because he has an umbilical cord (not sure if he has that yet, actually, but you know.) and how when he comes out, he'll take his first breaths, and the kids stare at me with big eyes.
But yesterday, Kid A thought about it for a while, and then asked, "So... are you going to, like, poop the baby out?"
Reader Comments (11)
sounds logical to me - the pooping the baby out part and almost feels like that as well. adorable kids for sure!
That just cracks me up!
My kids call them "milkies". Nice. We're at that point too, where the questions are getting a bit more interesting. Peregrine was looking at my belly one day, and was quite sure that the baby would come out of my belly button. I told him that there's another place the baby comes out, and of course he wanted to know where it was. He was satisfied, for now, with knowing there's a special place in mama's "private area" for that. And so far, he hasn't asked just how that baby got in there!
Yes, my kids are asking me all these questions too, and I am finding myself fumbling for answers because I don't want to sound vulgar, lol. For now Linden thinks the baby comes out of my belly button, and he tenderly kisses my stomach every day, it is too cute! Well, my daughter the other day put great stress on the word when she asked "HOW does the baby get in your tummy?" AND then she asked me the other day, "Mommy how do I NOT have babies, because I don't want to have them when I am older." Well, at first I was very sad that she didn't want to make me a grandparent, and then I thought that was a good thing (at least for now:o), but it made me think I was talking to a 15 year old, not a 5 year old! I tell ya, she is going to give me grey hairs that one! I told her "stay away from boys!" lol
Holy quacamole, this kid is a thinker! I think nums nums is a keeper.
I always just tell them I'll push it out between my legs. :)
Last time I got the book My Mom is Having a Baby, it has cute cartoonish drawings of a baby growing in a uterus and how it's born. There's a page on how it got there too, which si skipped for quite a while until I was sure I was ready and they were ready to know. It's very simple, no actual pictures of "the act" but kid friendly matter of fact language that helped my kids understand.
Num-nums is adorable.
My eldest called nursing "breasting"---as in "are you breasting the baby, mama?" She'd nurse her dolls, too.
Num Nums will keep you out of trouble in public. Middle child is the one that will stop in the middle of a store and yell for everyone to hear that he loves my boobs and wants to touch my nipples. Yes, Num nums would be easier.
that's pretty funny-i showed bella and hannah pics in birthing books, then went ahead and showed them Abigail's birth. They loved it. I am seriously thinking about having them at my next birthing.
It's just a matter of time before he asks, so you'll have to decide what you're going to tell him before he asks the first time.
Mine usually were satisfied with the farming concept: daddy has seeds, mommy has seeds, they go together and grow a baby. It takes awhile before they ask how does daddy plant the seed, exactly? If you live around mating animals, as most people used to, children already know. Unfortunately, many people don't have the benefit of looking out the window and watching the bull and the cow go at it. Maybe you could try animal planet or something like that, if you have television. ;o)
We do, and it makes for quite a spectacle. Especially when the bull is a calf trying to woo his own mother. Yewww.
Some people poop while there babies are coming out.
So....... it is a valid question I would think.