Doody

Last Monday mama and daddy and I went to the doctor's office because the doctor was going to take some pictures of the baby that's in mama's tummy. I don't like the room they take the pictures in; last time, it was too scary and daddy had to take me back out to the waiting room.

We talked about it quite a bit this time, and I was ready. I knew mama needed me to be brave. And I was. I was still wary of that table that mama had to lie down on but I sat with daddy and watched the tv screen where they were showing creepy black and white pictures of something they said was a baby. And after a while I let mama hold my hand. I was brave.

So ok, I was wrong, no baby sister, it's a little boy in there. The lady working the machine said "yep, that's definitely a boy" so I guess the baby must have passed her a note or something.

Daddy took me to school and I made it there for gym time. After mama got home that night, I told her that in that scary doctor's room..."I held your hand and it made me so much happy!"

Mama read me some books before bed that night. I picked out the "Inside Mommy" book about babies before they're born. At the part where the doctor listens to the baby's heartbeat, I wanted to listen to the heartbeat so I put my head on mama's tummy to hear it. But that baby kicked me in the head! I jumped up, a little confused. Mama said the baby was just saying "hi". But she must have forgot..."babies can't talk, mama."

Now that they know it's a boy, they're looking for names. Mama asked me the other day what we should name the baby. I thought about it and said "How about Doody?" That made mama laugh so much she made me go tell daddy.

Now let us end this baby-centric post with a reminder about what's really important in life.
ME!


Mama got out her camera tonight...


...and I said "how 'bout I show my belly?"


...so I did!



Then before brushing teeth, must make SCARY faces!


Oooh, this one is scary.


Grrrr.


Yowza!