Hi friends,
It’s me Mack, your soon-to-be big brother correspondent.
Now that we’re in the final countdown… I have an update.
Spoiler: I have many emotions, and they’re all happening at once.
The Nursery Situation Has Escalated
Remember when I told you my parents were starting the nursery?
Well, now it is… complete. Finished. Operational. There’s a crib, a rocking chair, tiny clothes, blankets folded with suspicious precision, and a bunch of toys that look extremely fun and were apparently NOT purchased for me.
I’ll admit, I acted weird when all the furniture went up. I kept laying down beside Mom, putting my head in her lap like: “Hey… hey… just checking… I’m still important, right?”. She scratched my head and said yes.
I’m choosing to believe her.
The Baby Toys Are a Problem
Okay, listen. I understand that babies need things.
But WHY do all of their toys squeak, crinkle, or look like something I would naturally carry around with pride?
There is a giraffe. A squeaky giraffe. A squeaky giraffe that is clearly meant to be mine.
Every time I gently take it to inspect it, I hear: “MACK. Drop it. That’s for the baby.”
Oh? For the baby? The baby who doesn’t even LIVE HERE YET?
Seems suspicious.
Mom’s Nesting Mode Explained (By Me)
Mom says she’s “nesting.”
I’ve observed this behavior closely, and I can now explain it:
Nesting: A human ritual involving frantic cleaning, hyper-organization, moving objects that did nothing wrong, and vacuuming under places I was peacefully lying.
She empties drawers. Fills them again. Re-folds things. Labels containers. She’s basically creating a tiny human kingdom.
I try to supervise. Which she calls “being underfoot.”
Rude.
Trying to Understand the Timeline
Mom and Dad keep saying things like: “Any day now” and “We’re so close.”
Here’s the thing: I understand “walk.” I understand “treat.” But the human gestation timeline? Nope.
They say the baby is “coming to live with us permanently.” I am… not fully convinced.
I mean, people come and go! Just look at my uncle and cousin from Australia – they moved in for three weeks, ate snacks, cuddled me, and then flew away like migrating birds.
So you can’t blame me if I’m wondering whether this baby is a guest or a life sentence.
But… Something Is Happening in My Heart
Even with all the confusion, I find myself sitting in the nursery a lot. It smells soft and warm and new.
Sometimes I rest my head on Mom’s belly and just listen. And I don’t know what I’m hearing, but it feels important. Like I’m waiting for someone special.
Dad says I’m going to be the best big brother. Mom says the baby is going to adore me.
I kind of… like the sound of that.
Final Thoughts Before My Big Promotion
So that’s the update.
I’m as ready as a doodle can be. Nervous? A little. Confused? Always.
Excited? Yes – but keep that between us.
The baby will be here soon, and when they arrive, I’ll be right there. A loyal big brother. A curious protector. A professional squeaky-giraffe tester (even if I’m banned).
Wish me luck.
(Almost) Big Brother Mack
