Does Owen know the baby is coming?
How do you think he'll react?
Do you think he'll be jealous?
Every where I go, I give people variations of completely different answers. If I am feeling honest but optimistic, I will tell them that Owen frequently rocks his stuffed doggie and sings "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to help him "feel better" and practice for baby brother. Or I will tell them how Owen hugs my belly in the morning and says "Good Morning Baby!" or how he is always telling me how he is going to "touch baby's toes."
If I am feeling honest but realistic, I will tell them that there is nothing he loves more than undivided attention from Mommy and Daddy at the same time. Every time we leave the house he makes sure that both Scott and I are heading to the garage. If one of us is lagging behind to turn off lights or stuff last minute snacks in my purse he will stop walking and say "come Mommy" or "come Daddy" and only resume walking when he is certain we're all headed in the same place. When he goes to nursery at church on Sunday, he has to hold both of our hands as we walk. If one of us is on the computer instead of playing with him, he's been known to slam the computer shut and force us to pay attention.
So basically, yeah, he'll probably be a little jealous.
If I am feeling honest but discouraged, I will tell them how Owen bit a kid at church a few weeks ago and made him bleed. I'll probably roll my eyes and laugh it off so I don't start crying at the thought.
And if I am feeling nothing but truthful... I will tell them that I don't know.
I don't know how he'll react. I honestly have no idea. I don't know if he'll be excited to hold the baby when they first meet (hopefully) or if he'll pinch his toes and then poke his eye out (probably). I don't know if he'll want his baby brother to play and try to throw a ball at him the first day we get home.
I know my Owen, and I do know he will definitely throw a ball "to" his brother within the first 24 hours. It's basically the only thing I'm certain of.
I also know what I hope for.
I hope they will become best little buddies, partners in crime, mischief makers, and lifelong best friends who warm my heart and make me worry for their safety and my sanity all at the same time.
That's what brothers are for, right?
Well, that and throwing balls at each other.
So, Owen is almost a big brother. I am so excited for him. And for me. And for Scott. It's an exciting time to be a McDowell.
That being said, I am feeling slightly misty eyed because the days of just Owen and Me are very literally numbered. I know only good things will come from here but these last 2 years have been the best I could have ever hoped for.
Thanks for being my best little friend, baby Oh-Nah! I couldn't love you any more.
P.S. Owen took one look at this picture and after saying
"Mommy!" and "Oh-Nah!" he said "Picture Daddy?"
Like I said, there is nothing he loves more than
all of us together, one happy family.