My lil sister had a baby. Before I tell anymore of the story, let's all take a moment to gush over this little piece of perfection The Lord blessed us with ...
Here's how the discussion of babies and babies getting out of tummies went down at the Crazy Ship:
MB "Mom, when the baby comes out, does Aunt E have to take her pants down? Can I watch or is it ninnappropriate?" (clearly he knows something)
Zoom, in his haughty big brotherly wisdom way, "NO MB, it's not like she's going to POOP the baby out! Duh!"
The Eldest "Ya, that baby comes out of her BELLY!" (she's nine. we've had basic sex ed discussions and I thought we were squared away on where babies come from. clearly not)
As the discussion progressed over the course of the day, it was becoming clear that MB has been exposed to this thing called child birth and is privy to way more details than my other four sheltered young. I love and hate these moments when I get pieces to this puzzle that is his life and childhood before us (sigh)
And now onto the new mom ... isn't she beautiful.
Doc said we're going to have a baby. Mom went to hospital at 6:00 p.m., worked hard all night and pooped out this perfect baby at 8:42 a.m.
8 lbs 4 ounces of pure perfection. The end.