Getting ready for Delia

We are talking a lot about how Isaac will be a "big brother" soon, a concept I'm sure he doesn't grasp in the slightest, but enjoys none-the-less. He gives Delia hugs on my belly and loves to measure my stomach with his tape measure. When I ask how many Delia is he always says "One!" (Everything he measures is one- kind of like how it's always nine o'clock when we look at the clock.)