Babies are a popular topic in our house these days, specifically the topic of OUR baby – the one that’s coming in May.
Hadden has gone with me to pre-natal appointments where he learned to imitate the sound of the baby’s heart beat (“swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!” he says with a grin). He’s watched as I’ve put together a small registry. He has lay down with me when I’m not feeling well. He insisted on picking out Christmas gifts for baby at the same time that he shopped for me and Caleb. And he talks about baby too, asking how big it is now or if he can see the pictures again.
With all this baby talk, Hadden also has a renewed interest in one of his favorite games: pretending to be a baby. (This game is extremely similar to his other favorite game “pretending to be a doggy” with the notable exception of licking faces. Hence, I much prefer “pretending to be a baby.”)
In order to gently prepare him for the role of big brother, we’ve been spending lots of time talking about the differences between big kid and babies. It goes like this:
“Big kids get to go to preschool! Isn’t it great to go to preschool?”
“Babies don’t get to eat raspberries, or strawberries, or ice cream, do they? Babies only get milk. But big kids get milk AND all those other foods.”
“Big kids get to play at Chick-Fil-A.”
“Babies don’t get to get play iPad because they’re too little. But big kids get iPad time!”
“Are babies allowed to play with marbles? Nope. Marbles are for big kids!”
“Big kids get to…”
“Babies don’t get to…”
That’s the language of our house these days.
No matter how careful we are to prepare Hadden for the baby’s arrival and how sensitive we are to his needs once the baby comes, I’m sure there’s going to be an adjustment period as he has to share his parents for the first time in almost four years! But I’m hoping that his current excitement over this sibling stays strong, even during difficult times, and that they end up being the best of friends.