There’s a wonderful side effect to being pregnant and having a toddler.
Tornado S: (running up, pulling his shirt up to reveal his belly, and patting it) Baby!
Me: No, not baby. Belly.
Tornado S: (laughing with shirt still up and patting his belly) Not belly! Baby!
Me: Mommy has the baby. Tornado S has the belly.
Tornado S: (laughing and patting) Baby!
Yes, Tornado E did this too when I was pregnant with Tornado S. Now Tornado E just plays with his baby doll, Bobby.
Tornado E: Mommy, Bobby is crying. He doesn’t like daddies. You hold him.
Me: Babies love their daddies. Feed him a bottle.
Tornado E: (giving the baby doll a bottle) He likes it!
Me: Don’t forget to burp him.
Tornado E: Ok. (Burps the doll.) Mommy, Bobby’s stinky. I need to change him. (Tornado E proceeds to change the doll.) Mommy, why doesn’t Bobby have more clothes?
Note to self: buy the doll some more clothes.
Tornado E: No, Tornado S! It’s my baby.
Note to self: buy Tornado S a doll.