Tatertot was due last week. He didn’t feel like showing up and you really can’t tell a baby anything. They just look at you with their big, innocent eyes and do exactly what they were going to do before you started yammering in their face.
Day by day, his poor mother got more uncomfortable but in her determination to kickstart his birthday, she dragged her increasingly cumbersome body around the lake every day. Last Saturday (due date +5) it took us close to two hours to waddle around the three miles. Mom came with us and it was a spectacularly beautiful September day and we had nothing better to do because their simply isn’t anything better, so no harm no foul. No baby, either.
I’ve been MJ’s emergency contact, in case her hubby was at work or the girls were at home, so I’ve been sleeping with my phone near my bed for two weeks.
It rang early Sunday morning.
I grabbed my book and my needlepoint and in ten minutes was there so she and K could run off to the hospital.
The girls were busy cleaning their room. The last thing MJ said as she went off to deliver Tatertot was “If the living room is full of toys when I come home, I’m going to cry.”
Megan and the grandbabies came over after church and we all played together. Bananas and Babalouie have a mutual admiration thing going, as do Punkin and Babydoll. After they’d exhausted fun avenues at MJs, we all went to McCs, where more fun cousins were around to play with. I have no idea what the girls room is supposed to look like ‘clean’ but I did make sure there were no toys in the living room when we locked up the house.
Katie, Megan and I took Babalouie (who needed a nap) for a walk around the lake while the girls stayed behind to hang out with Molly and Meg, two of their favorite people. Babydoll was excited that Finbar would be around, too. She is fascinated by the idea of not only grown up girl cousins, but grown up boy cousins!
We were all expecting a quick call to herald Tatertot’s birth but the boy got stuck and it all took longer than we'd hoped. There’s something about that third kid; determined to make a mark, they are.
Tatertot finally made his debut in the evening and all was well. He’s gorgeous, perfect in every way and has a head full of brown hair.
Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living
the child that is born on the Sabbath day is
bonny and blithe and good and gay.
The lucky boy looks a lot like his sisters.