My Son, the Midwife
Tonight as we're sitting on the couch, Joseph asked to put our bellies together. He started doing this shortly after he weaned (which was when I got pregnant). Frankly, I find it adorable, if not slightly uncomfortable now that I'm enormous. After a bit he pulls away the following conversation ensues:
T.J.: "Whose belly is bigger? Joseph's or Mamas?"
Joseph points to mine
Me: "My belly is so big because I have a whole baby in there!
Joseph begins pushing gently on my belly
Joseph: "Charlotte. Charlotte's house...a....a...a...baby"
("a...a...a..." is standard Joseph sentence structure and replaces all non-noun forms of speech. I'm told it's normal in 2 year olds)
Me: "Are you pretending to be the midwife?"
Joseph: "Charlotte...a...a...a...baby!"
Well, I guess so! He's so cute. He was feeling around for the baby, just like our midwife when she is checking baby's position! I wonder if they have play fetoscopes. Haha!
In other funky/funny/strange toddler and pregnancy news, I've been reading a book called "Mama's milk" to Joseph to prepare him for the baby, and it shows how all mammals nurse their babies. Lately he's been asking for mama's milk. I told him I won't have any until the baby comes. Ooooh boy. This could get interesting.
2 comments:
My mom told me that I wanted to nurse again when my sister was born. I was 3.5 years old.
I've heard that many kids his age will ask to nurse, but will either be unable to or will kind of go in and then fake you out and run away laughing. I'm not going to worry about it one way or another - he'll have been weaned for 9mo so it shouldn't be a long-term problem, even if he'd like to give it a shot again.
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