Where babies come from...



R as flower girl on our wedding day

After my x-ray appointment this afternoon, we decided to visit hubby’s mum.  We arrived and Alfie was sleeping peacefully, cue four year old R [niece] and therefore cue Alfie’s tears.  She seems to have that not so magic touch in not only waking him up but making him cry.  R is an over excitable four years old, possibly due to a combination her excessive sweet consumption, late bedtimes and the ability to wrap her parent’s around her little finger.  She is an extremely adorable curly haired, red headed little girl that looks like butter wouldn’t melt – until she opens her mouth that is!  R always gets very excited when she sees Alfie, so excited she gets her she’s/he’s mixed up and poor Alfie often gets referred to as a girl [she]!  It’s lovely that she is excited to see him but she gets in his face a lot and often makes him cry by being too boisterous and loud.  Today she wanted to feed Alfie but he’s had tummy ache all day and hasn’t been in a great mood not to mention he weighs almost as much as we do so we said no, according to R this meant no one loved her.  We assured her we do but she insisted we didn’t!  Annoying but very adorable.

We changed the subject quite swiftly before R felt the need to attention seek more.  She’s cute but sometimes very annoying.  The subject somehow turned around to having babies, where they came from and all that malarkey.  A funny old subject when discussing this with a four year old, especially one who is quite forward.  Hubby’s older sister thought it appropriate to tell R that babies come out of ladies “fluffies” to which R replied, “No they don’t! They come out of their tummy!”  She went on to explain babies get out of their mummy’s tummy by squeezing daddy’s hand tightly.  If you haven’t given birth before, I can assure you this isn’t how babies get out of your tummy, unfortunately.   Alan’s mother quite inappropriately asked R if babies get pumped into mummy’s tummy by daddy.  I couldn’t believe she said this!  R quickly responded with a “No they don’t” and advised us all that babies get in mummy’s tummy by “magic” – this has some truth to it, depending on if you’re speaking to the man or the woman ;-)

Aren’t kids funny?