So it looks like Frog has fully embraced the notion that, around the end of September, she is going to be a big sister.
She has the “big sister” part nailed. She also seems to understand the fact the baby is in my tummy, although her constant, “Your tummy is a bit fat now Mummy” this morning hasn’t done anything to assuage my insecurities over the alarming rate my waist is expanding.
Judging by a couple of her questions before heading off to pre-school though, there are still a few issues we need to iron out.
“Will it be a pet Mummy? I will have two pets!” Am now a little worried she thinks the baby will live in the hutch with the rabbit we plan to buy at Easter.
“Will we be able to keep it Mummy?” Slightly concerned she thinks the baby will just hang around a couple of weeks.
But, perhaps, the most alarming. As she marched into pre-school waving the scan picture and telling the world she’s going to be a “BIG SIIIIISTER!!!” I heard her explaining to one of the keyworkers what the picture in her hand was all about.
“It’s my baby!” She beamed. “I’m having a baby!”
Yes, still a few conversations to be had by the sound of it.
Linking up to Wot So Funnee over at Actually Mummy.