from March 25)
i love being around joe and josh. every time i come home they look so much older and taller and have so much more of a vocabulary.
i got home late wedneday night and they were fast asleep. joe woke first the next morning and came out of his room running and asking. “where’s you baby?!?!” i pointed to my belly and he looked both frightened and disappointed. (i sometimes have the same feeling when i look down! *grin*) he hid in mom’s room for awhile and refused to touch it, although i assured him the baby was okay inside there and moving around.
we wondered if he thought i ate the baby. i didn’t ask just in case he didn’t have the thought and i would be introducing a horrible notion into his sweet little mind.
he went on drinking from a sippy cup and watching the little mermaid.
joshy (true to form) bounded up from sleep a little later and ran out of the room with the same question. he wasn’t scared though and jumped right into my lap and started touching all over. the baby moved and positioned its little butt on the left side of my stomach. joshy felt it and his eyes widened. i told him what is was…
“da baby bupp?” he asked.
“yep, that’s the baby’s butt” i repeated.
he covered his pink little mouth with his brown little hand and giggled, hugged me, and jumped off my lap. a few minutes later he returned with dora the explorer stickers and started decorating the ‘baby bupp’ and the rest of my belly. when the whole sheet of stickers was gone, he flirted with me from the other room while he ate his cereal.
joe, not wanting to be outdone by his braver little brother, eventually touched the bump and the two of them cuddled with me on the very squished couch. joe wanted to lay behind me and hear stories about when he was a baby…i told him my favorite one: the time he puked into my shirt at church and we were sitting in the front row- he howled with laughter and joshy never took his little fingers off my belly. “i want a durl” he told me. they argued…joe wants a boy, joshy wants a girl. joe thinks we should name the baby joe and josh thinks we should name the baby piper. i tried to tell them those names were taken..by joe and my dog, respectively.
the watched the little mermaid. when it gets too scary (think ursella) joe leaves mom’s bedroom and peers through the crack in the door with his nervous fist in his mouth until joshy yells from inside “its over, joe”
i love these little boys.
they tell me i can’t go home. that shawn should come to their house.
by monday both of them were walking around with baby dolls up their shirts. well, technically joe’s baby was elmo…
joshy grabbed the feet of his baby that were sticking out down around his belly and moved it up and down, “look daty, MY baby moves!”
i asked him and he graciously pointed me to the “bupp” *grin*