A month before George was born, I wrote a story as if I were Gregory. I want to share it on my blog. It's called:
In the fall, Mommy loves to dress me up for Halloween, we go trick-or-treating, eat soup in bread bowls, and jump in the leaves.
But this year something is different…but what could it be?
As the leaves begin to fall, Mommy becomes more and more
tired…what could be in Mommy’s tummy? This year, Daddy dressed me in my
Halloween costume and we went trick-or-treating, while Mommy stayed home and
passed out candy. She must have eaten a lot of candy because her tummy began to
grow!
In the middle of the night, Daddy woke me up. He helped me
get my slippers on and my warm winter jacket. Mommy was already in the car,
they drove me to Grandma’s house.
The next morning Daddy was there to pick me up. We ate
banana pancakes and orange juice before heading to the hospital. I held Daddy’s hand while we walked through big revolving
doors, up an elevator, and down many hallways.
We came to a room where Mommy was in a bed, she was smiling
and very happy to see me. She was holding something.“Come in Gregory” she said to me. “Come look who has been in Mommy’s tummy!” I crawled up in bed, right next to her. She
put her arm around me, gave me a kiss, and handed me my new baby brother!
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Who’s in Mommy’s
Tummy?
By Brooke A. Nelson
Mommy and I are best friends. We do everything together. In
the summer, we love to go on long walks, play at the park, and go swimming.
In the fall, Mommy loves to dress me up for Halloween, we go trick-or-treating, eat soup in bread bowls, and jump in the leaves.
In the winter, Mommy dresses me warm and snug; we build
snowmen, go sledding, and drink hot chocolate.
In the spring, Mommy and I clean our home, play in the rain
puddles, ride bikes, and plan summer vacations.
In the summer, we started to go on a long walk, but Mommy
said her tummy felt funny so we had to go home. At the park, usually Mommy pushes me on the swing and
catches me on the slides, but not this summer. She sits on the bench and cheers
me on. Daddy says there’s something in Mommy’s tummy.
By Christmas time, something definitely was in Mommy’s
tummy. She sat at the end of the hill while Daddy and I went sledding. Mommy
looked like a snowman as she clapped her hands and had hot chocolate waiting
for us to finished.
One night as Mommy and I were rocking back and forth she
asked me, “Do you know who’s in Mommy’s tummy?”
I had many ideas of who could be in Mommy’s tummy. It could
be a dinosaur, a grizzly bear, or maybe
my favorite toy train? Mommy smiled as I fell asleep in her arms.
Mommy gave me a big hug, she said that she loved me and
would see me soon. It was a while before I could fall asleep again. I wondered
now, really hard who was in mommy’s
tummy?
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Gregory and George LOVE eachother soooo much. I am glad they are such great friends even at this young age. We love you George, and we are all so happy and grateful that you are in our lives!
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