Ready … mostly
In the last couple of days, Kaylee has seemed a lot more receptive to the idea that she’s about to have a little brother. In fact, yesterday, we had this conversation:
KAYLEE: I’m going to have a baby brother soon.
ME: Are you excited?
KAYLEE: Yeah.
ME: Are you going to help me take care of him?
KAYLEE: Yeah. *giggle*
ME: Are you going to help me change his diaper?
KAYLEE: Yeah. *giggle*
And today she randomly announced that she’s going to be a big sister soon. So I think she’s figuring out that Baby Brother’s arrival is eminent, and that maybe it’ll be all right. Tonight she even picked out a Christmas present for him — a trio of rubber duckies that light up in water. (There is a chance she plans to keep them for herself.)
Her eagerness does have its limits, though. When we woke up this morning – Kaylee was in our bed – the baby was doing a bunch of acrobatic stunts in my belly, and I told Kaylee to put her hand on my stomach so she could feel Baby Brother kick.
She placed her hand on my stomach for about a tenth of a second, then pulled it away and said, “Can you get up now?”
At least she humored me for that tenth of a second.


I can’t blame her. Those duckies sound cool.