Silly

We have been having some very interesting conversations at our house of late, the majority of which have to do with babies. Why all the conversations about babies? Because we are expecting a baby in mid-November. We won't find out if the baby is a girl or a boy until next week, but if you ask Oliver his answer is that we are going to have a Carragh (Carragh is his best friend and we fear that he is going to be sorely disappointed when the baby arrives and is not immediately a playmate).

We have been trying to make Oliver as involved and informed as possible in an attempt to prepare him for the arrival of his new sibling. He's been coming to my appointments with the midwives and now loves to say there is a baby in mommy's tummy that goes "boom, boom, boom" (the sound of the heart beat). He was much more excited about this revelation than he was at seeing the baby at the couple of ultrasounds we've had thus far. Perhaps he will find the next ultrasound more interesting?

Oliver is very sweet right now, with the exception of the round house kicks to the belly I continue to get all night while Oliver fitfully sleeps beside me, he loves coming up and kissing my belly or coming up and saying hi to the baby (belly). Usually after giving the belly a kiss or saying hi Oliver looks up at me and declares it "silly" that there is a baby in my tummy. I have to agree with him - it is pretty silly.

We have been doing some work and rearranging to the upstairs of our house - converting the guest room/office to a room that Oliver and the baby will share (we've made great progress, but Davis won't let me post pictures until he finishes putting up the molding). The other day I told Oliver that in a few months we'd be adding a bed for the baby to the room. He got very excited and showed me where he thinks we should put it, got out his tape measure and declared the spot the right fit. He then told me that with a clamp, scissors, duct tape, batteries, a knife and Daddy he could construct a bed for the baby. Interesting. He then followed this up with flushing the tape measure down the toilet (we can add this to the man, key chain, clothes, and paintbrush that have all taken the plunge).

And then yesterday we had another bizarre conversation. While I was at the gym Davis showed Oliver pictures of me when I was pregnant with Oliver. It was a good idea, but when I got home Oliver lifted up my shirt and said he wanted to go back in my tummy. It took some explaining, but finally we convinced Oliver that 1) he couldn't go back in my tummy (he couldn't fit) and 2) he didn't really want to (if he was in my tummy he couldn't go to Henry's birthday party). Phew.

Yesterday was one of the best rainy days we've had in a long time - it was bright sunny and in the 80s all day (the forecast had been for rain all day). We went to Henry's third birthday party, then took a bike ride and then spent the rest of the day at the beach - pretty nice for a rainy day. I think Oliver was very pleased with his decision to enjoy the day outside of my tummy. He enjoyed each moment of yesterday to its fullest - finally crashing while we were on our bike ride.