Head, Shoulders, Knees and Poop?

I have a lot to write about. But I just can’t. Not yet.

Yes, the adoption is still on.
Yes, our incredible birthmom is 38 1/2 weeks along.
Yes, it could be any day, hour, minute now.

I haven’t written more because I don’t want to jinx it. And I’ve been incredibly honest on my blog and am a bit concerned that somehow they will find us on here and change their minds. Silly, really, but still a concern. So I promise that once the papers are signed, you will get the whole story – from the excruciating 20 hour drive, to the hospital tour, with all the others details of our visit north.

They love their son. They love us. We love them. We’ll love him. There is nothing but LOVE in this situation. Our path to our son has been paved with a million little blessings that I can’t wait to share.

When those papers are signed.

But as we’ve been trying to prepare S for L’s arrival…we’ve been talking to her about what life with a newborn will be like.

She knows he won’t be able to play for a while.
She knows he will eat, cry, and poop a lot. (With the third one getting a giggle from her every time). She has on separate occasions to me she wants to rub his back and give him a bottle. Too cute!

So tonight we talked about L’s upcoming arrival while she was lying down for bed.

She sang me to sleep (it used to be the other way around, but now she likes to sing her bedtime songs to me) and was entertaining me with Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes. Her version went something like this:

Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Knees and toes.
Head, shoulders, knees and toes.
Eyes and ears and he’s going to go poo-poo. I’m going to help get his stinky poo-poo off,
Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Knees and toes.

The poo-poo part was spoken, lest you think my kid is THAT big of a genius. But funny how her brain was still processing her soon-to-be brother’s stinky poop although she was singing.

And today, at the grocery store, she announced loudly to anyone that would listen, “I’m gonna get a baby brudder” at which point they all stared at me – shocked that I would tell my two year old I was pregnant before I was even showing. (Or that is the theory I’m going with -  in the hopes I don’t really look pregnant… :)) It did provide a nice icebreaker to discuss adoption in the ketchup aisle.