explaining childbirth to a toddler

Between my ever growing stomach and the plethora of adorable baby gifts that have been showing up at our door these days, Atticus knows something is about to change. Although he insists the baby gifts are all for his cousin, the delightfully delicious penny lane, and likes to tell me, "Mom is HUGE!" and giggle, he knows something is up. 

Since I'm at that fun, convenient stage when the baby could come next week or in six weeks, I felt like we needed to start talking about what happens when the baby actually arrives. Oh we've talked lots about the baby, but not the actual arrival and the Attcius logistics involved.

So the other night during the milk-songs-one-more-book-dance, with me sitting on the ottoman as we no longer can squeeze at all comfortably into the glider, I attempted an explanation. It went something like this:

Me: "the baby is going to come out soon."

Atticus: 

Me: "mom and dad will go to the hospital and the doctor will help us take the baby out of mom's belly."

Atticus:

Me: "and abus or granny will come stay with you while we're at the hospital"

Atticus: "abus AND granny!"

Me: "okay, we'll see. And then you can come see mom, dad and the new baby at the hospital."

Atticus:

Me: "and then we'll all come home and the new baby will live with us at our house."

Atticus: chuckling and I swear there was an eye roll, "come onnnnnn."