Last week we babysat our neices, Jentrie (5), Avree (3), and Whitney (7mos). My sister, Kenna, was telling me that Jentrie and Avree are excited for the arrival of baby Mitchell. They keep talking about him and naming items after him. When we were babysitting, Avree kept looking at my stomach and then me, and then asking me to "do this" and then she would lift up her shirt-- obviously expecting me to do the same. After several requests, I finally gave in, and I showed her my pregnant belly. This is where prepositions count-- she was completely expecting to see a baby on my belly rather than in my belly. She had the most quizzical look for a minute as she kept looking between my eyes and my belly. Finally, she says, "where's baby Mitchell?" I laughed because I knew that's what she was thinking, and I said, "he's inside of my tummy."
Another second or two passes as she tries to comprehend, and then says, "do you need special glasses to see him?" Can you say, C-U-T-E? As the night passed and she realized that she wasn't going to see baby Mitchell, she kept asking me to "open it - open it - open it!" I don't really know what she wanted me to open, but I informed her he's sleeping and he'll be coming in August.
