Where Babies Come From

For those of you who read my personal blog, you know that I’m nearly 8 months pregnant. Also, one of the foster home’s Chinese nurses is expecting a baby around the same time. Since the kids at the foster home have been around two pregnant women these last few months, their little brains have been spinning and turning as they try to wrap their heads around the fact that we have babies in our tummies.

The result of all this heavy thinking is often quite adorable…

A few months ago, when Vincent, Robert, and Timothy first learned that I was expecting a little baby, their nanny told them to be gentle with my tummy because there was a baby inside. The results of this enlightenment are sure to give you a giggle.

More recently, Vincent was sitting on my lap and playing with a small toy cow… the sort that comes in an animal yard play set. He was “walking” the cow across my belly, but then all of a sudden, he dropped the cow down my shirt. I asked him why he did it, and he grinned, “I wanted to give your baby something to play with!”

And then the other day, I was outside holding a baby in the swing… little Evie is the perfect size for cuddling. Robert came up to me and noticed I was holding a baby. Evie was all bundled up, and he couldn’t see her face at first. But when he saw who I was holding, he got quite a serious look on his face and told me, “That’s not your baby.” I smiled and played along, asking: “Really? Where is my baby?” He leaned over and patted my belly and said, “In there!” So then I asked whose baby I was holding… he pointed at Evie’s nanny, who was standing nearby, and emphatically announced “She’s hers!”