I was 10 weeks pregnant when I told Lucy she was getting a cousin.
Ok so that may seem a tad early to tell a small child, but in my defense, she practically beat it out of me. I was horribly morning sick that day, watching her at Fe and PK's house, and finally she said "Sister, what going on? You sick, but you not sick. What wrong with you?"
I explained that it was a parasitic baby sucking the life force from me. Confession: I may not have said it exactly like that, but pretty close. Anyways, she got the point but needed physical evidence so I showed her the 10 week ultrasound. You know, the one where it's just a blob of black and white and you smile and nod at Mom and Dad-to-be and say it looks beautiful? 3 1/2 year olds don't have that level of tact.
"Sister, you having a pig baby?"
"No, Lu, I don't think so, but fingers crossed."
"Oh, it gonna be the people kind?"
She did absolutely nothing to hide her disappointment that it was going to be a boring, old people kind of baby.
Later that day, she told Chuck that there was a baby in Sister's belly. She was thrilled to share the news - admittedly a little confused as to how Chuck already knew - so Chuck asked if she thought it was a boy baby or a girl baby.
"Oh I think it's gonna be a guinea pig."
And obviously we have done everything in our power to convince her that it was not a guinea pig. By do everything, I mean everything to help perpetuate this idea. We call it the guinea pig. We ask her about the guinea pig. She talks to the guinea pig.
On Tuesday, Chuck and I took her out to Snowflake Lane for a much needed play date. After telling us that being the Big Cousin sounded a lot like being a Superhero (and then describing in detail the outfit she will need for said superhero-ing), she made this shocking revelation:
"Sister. You and Bubba know people can't have guinea pig babies? Your getting a human baby."
It was devastating. 10 weeks of calling it the Guinea Pig and I was kind of thinking we were buying a cage and a running wheel not a crib. C'est la vie.
It's been a while since Lucy has been on the blog. She's 25 years old now (or turning 4 the first week of January). Loving preschool, very into "cooking", and fabulous.