A month early, my sister’s baby decided it was time for his debut.
Babies are like that.
While she’s laboring I’m writing about a triple slaying in which the 19-year-old son is the confessed killer of his parents and teen sister. He said he did it to become the sole heir.
That’s just terrible, I mean not nice, to mention my sister’s new baby and the triple in the same breath. However, this is the weirdness of my life.
And my editor and I are arguing over whether or not it’s too goofy to include the kid’s tweets in which he disses Ramen noodles and Paris bums, or should we just pick one– and in the mean time I’m getting texts from my sister Laura like:
And I I’m thinking, ‘Wow, I wish I could be on the phone or there with her, but…deadline GAAAA!’
And I met my deadline, and much much more importantly Emily had Ben.
Welcome to our crazy world!
Through the magic of technology, we are never too far apart.
But I hope to meet Ben in the flesh soon.
Here is aunt Em holding Ben on his glow worm device and talking to me on the phone, sent by Uncle Kyle, via text, in real time mid convo.
Laila would like to add, we are watching from afar. And we are so happy (can’t you tell?) but srsly we really are. Yay Ben!