Time Off and Time Out

years ago, back when people wrote letters on paper and dinosaurs ruled the earth:

a friend who had moved away publicly decreed via the united states postal service a new holiday: erin is the greatest day:

i never thought that day could be matched, but--joyously--brother bear did just that by naming this week:

this was our week! he's out of school, my last day in the office was wednesday, and we had plans to DO GREAT THINGS in the month between now and the impending baby birth:

but NO. because on tuesday night (2:45 in the morning to be precise) i woke up because i torrential downpoured all over the bed:

i seriously wasn't sure whether i peed* or, wait, did my water just break??

and even though c.b. and i just took lamaze last weekend, i couldn't remember under what circumstances it was time to go to the hospital:

but because the loch ness fetus was not even 36 weeks, we agreed to play it safe and go in.  and to make a short story even shorter, less than two hours later and a pretty convincing television style birth event, we had ourselves a healthy, teensy, roundheaded son:

and in about a month after brother bear and i get through my list of baby items to get done ahead of time, we'll be ready for him.







*cabana baby has NO problem with putting his giant cranium directly on my bladder rendering it utterly useless.