The constant chatter, the incessent need to discuss poopy diapers, the blow-by-blow of what babies do, how they do it, why they need mama's milk (from boooobies, of course) flow from her with ease; all with a babydoll perched on her hip, or shoulder as she gently shushes it and pats it on the back.
Since the day my brother and sister-in-law announced their pregnancy Comedian as been asking "When is Auntie's baby coming out of she's belly?" The tone of the questions became more intense, corresponding - it seemed - with the girth of Auntie's belly. Lately, she was desprately whining at us putting elongated silences between each word to emphasize how serious it was. "When...Is...Auntie's....Baby...Coming...Out....Of...She's....BELLY?"Needless to say, I was more-than-mildly shocked today at her hesitancy to greet her new cousin.
Apparently, the real thing isn't exactly what she pictured in her head!
Elijah Daniel (held by big brother) finally arrived late last night after an unexpectedly long and difficult labor.
And this was as close as my baby-lovin', pretend diaper changin', bottle feedin', back-pattin', shoulder-shushin' Comedian would get.
And this was as close as my baby-lovin', pretend diaper changin', bottle feedin', back-pattin', shoulder-shushin' Comedian would get.
Apparently, the real thing isn't exactly what she pictured in her head! 
A family - complete, I'm told. Congratulations on your baby boy.
