Iggy and Me and the New Baby

Iggy and Me and the New Baby
Jenny Valentine

More adventures of the irrepressible Iggy as told by her sister Flo, by Jenny Valentine, winner of the Guardian Children’s Fiction Prize for her debut novel, Finding Violet Park.At home, all Iggy could think and talk about was babies.“Pleeease have one more, “ she said. “Just one.”Iggy is OBSESSED with babies and wants more than anything in the world to have a new baby brother or baby sister to play with. But mum is far too tired to have another baby - she says just thinking about having another one makes her tired, so when Iggy’s Auntie Kate comes to visit all the way from America with some very special news, Iggy can’t believe her luck.This is the third outing for Jenny Valentine’s endearing siblings. Each chapter is a complete and satisfying story in its own right, perfect for newly-confident readers to enjoy alone, or for reading aloud at bedtime.Illustrated throughout in with black & white line drawings by Joe Berger, who was nominated for the Booktrust Early Years Award for his picture book, Bridget Fidget.

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1. Please May Can (#ulink_68224d38-31e6-57cc-a296-463f532a3d75)

2. Iggy’s New Teacher (#ulink_28c20671-09e1-5dd5-a863-bc7f0722dd32)

3. Iggy’s Weekend News (#litres_trial_promo)

4. The Measuring Door (#litres_trial_promo)

5. The School Fair (#litres_trial_promo)

6. Twenty Questions (#litres_trial_promo)

7. In the Rabbit Hole (#litres_trial_promo)

8. Iggy and Me and the New Baby (#litres_trial_promo)

About the author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the illustrator (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

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My name is Flo and I have a little sister called Iggy. I am nine and Iggy is six. We are each other’s only sister.

One morning, when we were walking to school, Iggy asked Mum a question.

She started with, “Please may can…”

I know that when Iggy uses all her polite words at once, she is really hoping for a ‘yes’. She says, “Please may can we have an ice cream and a biscuit?” and “Please may can we go on a bike ride and a picnic and sleep in a tent?”

“Please may can we have a baby?” Iggy asked, with her sweetest good-idea smile.

Mum slowed down, just a little bit.

“No, Iggy, I don’t think so.”

“How come?” said Iggy, and she looked a bit deflated, like an old balloon.

“Just because.”

Iggy said that wasn’t a reason.

“True,” said Mum. “You’ve got me there.”

“So why not?” Iggy asked, and then she added another, “Pleeease,” with extra ee’s, just to be on the safe side.

“I’ve had my babies,” Mum said, and she took our hands, mine and then Iggy’s. “You, and you.”

“You can have more than two children.” Iggy smiled, like that solved it.

“I know that.” Mum smiled back.

Iggy told her, “Thomas Wilkes’s mum has got eight.”

“Nine,” I said.

“Nine?” said Mum.

“Yes.” I counted on my fingers. “Thomas, Ruby, Emma, James, Sophie, Will, Patrick, Sarah and Ben.”

“Wow,” said Mum. “Nine.”

“James is in my class,” I said, “and Thomas is in Iggy’s. That’s how we know. When they go to the supermarket, they have to buy nine of everything.”

Iggy counted, “Nine toothbrushes, nine pairs of pants, nine packets of lemon drizzle cakes.”

Iggy loves lemon drizzle cake.

I said, “The Wilkes’s house is full of people and noise all the time, even when it’s just them.”

Mum frowned. “Well, Mr and Mrs Wilkes might have wanted nine children, but two is enough for me and your dad. That’s what we decided. One under each arm in an emergency.”

“What emergency?” I said.

Iggy was quiet for a minute. “You and Dad have got four arms. There’s room for two more.”

“Good maths,” Mum said, but she didn’t tell me what the emergency was.

“Will you and Dad change your minds?” Iggy said.

“No,” said Mum. “Absolutely not,” and she ruffled my hair and gave Iggy her school bag and kissed her goodbye on the nose.

Iggy doesn’t do ‘absolutely nots’. In Iggy’s ears, an ‘absolutely not’ is always a ‘maybe’.

When Mum says, “Absolutely not,” about a thing, Iggy goes and asks Dad. And when Dad says, “Absolutely not,” she double checks with Mum. Iggy thinks there’s always a chance she’ll get lucky. Sometimes she does.

So later, at suppertime, Iggy asked Dad the question too.

“Please may can you and Mum please have one or two more babies?”