We I told the boys about the baby the other day.
I had to just go ahead and tell them without John (who kept putting off and putting off when we should tell them), because my youngest son – Ryan – greatly offended my sensibilities.
We had all just gotten home from picking the boys up from school, and I was hot and uncomfortable in the clothes I had to squeeze into to wear. As soon as the kids were in the house, I went straight back to the back of the house and changed back into my comfy clothes. Ryan walked in as I was putting the shirt on, and he then proclaimed that I am getting fat. I was like, uh… no. And he was all, “Oh yes you are! You have a tummy like me, you aren’t all skinny like Zach anymore.” Obviously, I could not let my son think I was getting fat. I had to decide to tell him and Zach what was up.
I sat the boys (and Belly, since she wanted to be included) on the couch and brought out the ultrasound pictures. I started with Zach first. (more…)