When we first told Jack that he was going to be a big brother, I was concerned that he would have no grasp of time. And that every day, he would ask us if the baby was coming.
In an effort to stave off that particular line of questioning, I explained to him that before the baby comes, he would have: Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine's Day, and his birthday. And then! Lo and behold, the baby would come.
That has worked pretty well, except that we're down to the last "pre-baby" milestone. And while we've been going to a lot of awesome birthday parties for Jack's buddies, I can almost see his expectations ratcheting up for *his* party. [Ulp.]
Every day, Jack asks me: Is TODAY my burfday?
And I reply: No, your birthday is in about a month. It's not time yet.
He aims to refine: But, I'm having a party?
And I aim to please: Yes, you are having a party.
Funny thing is that every day, I think to myself: How many days until the baby comes?
And I reply: A couple more months. It's not time yet.
And I aim to refine: But, I'm getting close, right?
And I aim to please: Yes. You are.
I guess Jack and I are both pretty damn excited about upcoming burfdays and such.
Hope you have something totally bad ass to look forward to.