Tired of waiting for "the call", we decided the most amusing way to pass the time would be to give some chocolate pudding to the 15 month old:
classic results:
followed by the inevitable bath:
When the call came the next morning, we dropped the cinnamon toast, rushed on the pants and jackets and headed to the hospital...loaded down with toys, snacks and one "suspicious of all this activity" 15 month old. Here she is with her daddy, secure in her knowledge that she is THE BABY:
Here she is after hearing us once again mention the NEW baby:
The moment nears:



Then it was home to Aunties for some "rest" and "relaxation":
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