Clear back in October I wrote a post called Noah’s Mom, a Real Reason to Celebrate. In that post, I talked about my ex-wife, Noah’s mom, and friend. I told you all she was pregnant, and what my feelings were on that after having struggled with infertility with her our entire marriage.

And ever since then, I’ve had these big plans to blog about Noah getting ready to be a big brother, how he was dealing with it, the cute things he was saying and doing, and all that jazz.

In true Dan fashion, I kept putting it off.

And I swear I blinked and the next thing I knew his mom told me the baby was due in a month.

So, on Sunday I finally got the three of them out to my mom’s big old beautiful red barn and I snapped some pictures. It was the day she was considered full-term. I guess. I don’t know how it works really.

It’s been a lot of fun watching Noah prepare to become a big brother, even at our house where all the real fun and pandemonium surrounding this child isn’t.

As he approaches his fifth birthday, I think he realizes that he’s about to turn a real bend in the aging road. Suddenly the gap between babyhood and big kid land is a gap he no longer wishes to straddle. And because of that… he doesn’t want anything babyish around anymore.

The other day I sent him to clean his room. Usually he jumps in and gets it done. I’m blessed as a parent that way. This time, I went up twenty minutes later and there was a big pile of toys stacked in the middle of the room that weren’t there before. “It doesn’t look like your’e getting much cleaning done!” I told him.

“Dad, look. The room is clean,” he replied.

I looked around and laughed. Sure enough, everything but the pile was neat and tidy. “What about this giant pile of toys?”

He looked at me as if to say, duh dad.

“What?”

“These toys,” he said as he stood up and pointed to the pile, “are for my baby brother. I don’t want these dumb baby toys anymore.”

I told him if he really wanted to give them to his baby brother, I’d go get a garbage bag to put them in. He agreed and off I went. I quickly returned and opened the bag in front of him. I told him to put in every toy that he wanted to give to his baby brother and assured him that the toys could be delivered that very afternoon.

Suddenly the toys weren’t so babyish.

“Dad, actually I think I’m going to wait until I turn five. Then I’ll give these toys to my baby brother.” I told him that sounded like a good plan and helped him finish cleaning his room, laughing out loud several times as we did, thinking about his transition to big brother.

For the past four months or so, countless pictures have been made for baby brother. Stories about hearing heartbeats and the baby kicking have been recounted to me. And, I’ve learned a thing or two about what happens when a baby is born.

“Where is your mom going to have her baby?” I asked him one day. He told me he didn’t know. “Do you think she’ll have it at home?” I asked him.

“No, Dad!”

“Well then? Where will she have it?”

He thought long and hard. “I think… at the church!”

Haha. I love that kid. And I think he’s gonna make a damn good big brother. He’s so caring. So tender. So fun. So loving. I’m the oldest son, and second oldest child in a family of ten kids. Being a big brother is something every person should get to experience but sadly not everybody does. And Noah is *this close* to starting that journey.

Anyways, here are some portraits I took of Noah and his mom (and one with Chappy too). I’ll have to do a follow-up post after the baby is born so that you can all see big brother in action!

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

PS. What have been some of your favorite moments as your children prepared for new arrivals?