Baby M talks to the Bump

Every so often I ask Baby M if he'd like to say anything to his brother.  Usually he replies, "No, I'll just wait until he comes out."  Other than a brief infatuation with my popped out belly button, Baby M has not been terribly interested in the new baby.  Yesterday, however, when I asked if he'd like to talk to his brother he said "okay."  He knelt down, put his face close to my belly and shouted, "Hey!  Can I get a glass of water?"  Somehow I think Baby M's got the big brother thing down.

Backseat Baby Driver

Last week I was driving my husband and Baby M over to visit a friend who recently gave birth to her second child. We were running late and I was a bit frustrated with my husband, technically the cause of our delay, although he really had no control over the situation. Anyway, a few blocks from our destination I rounded a bend and my husband cried out, "You're driving too fast." Now, I was driving under the speed limit. Was I driving too fast considering he had a steaming hot pan of ratatouille on his lap? Perhaps. But now, whenever I am in the car with Baby M what do I hear? "Mommy, you're driving too fast." Just what I need, a back seat baby driver.