I can share some stories about the kids' take on the impending arrival of a baby in the house. Such as...
I was in the kitchen and Archer walked up behind me. He announced, "Simon says put your hand on your head." I ignored him and he said it again. "Mom, put your hand on your head. Simon said." Oh, you're talking to me? You didn't ask me if I wanted to play! So he asked, and I said sure I'd play, and he repeated the direction but suddenly - nope. I ran to the sink and threw up. (WHY is it called morning sickness when I'm usually getting sick in the evening??) Archer stood there watching me and then said quietly, "Simon says throw up." And later, "Simon says try not to throw up any more." Believe me, I'll try.
Archer likes to tell things to the baby, whatever he deems important knowledge and I love how he leans towards my tummy and shares his big brother wisdom. "Apples are round and red, and you can eat them. We're at the restaurant eating lunch now." And Shelly's picking up on this too, telling the baby important things.
Tonight Archer suggested that we name the baby Maya. He remembered that was one of the names we considered for Shelly, before we settled on Shelly. When David asked Shelly what names she likes, without any hesitation she said "Cinderella." David said, "That's a nice name. What if its a boy?" Her response? "Its a girl." So matter of fact, she knows she's right, end of discussion.
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