My sister had a baby boy today.
I quickly told Blake, who for weeks, maybe months, has been asking, "Mama, when Baby Eefan get here?"
"Blake," I said this morning. "Guess what? Ethan is here!"
"Eefan?! He's ... here?"
He seemed confused. He was just waking up. And, well, he is just 2.
"Yes," I told him. "Ethan!"
"EEEfan is here! I go to window."
And then he went to his bedroom window, pushed the curtains aside and shoved his head under the shade. He stood on his tippy toes and looked out to the driveway.
"Oh," I said, disappointed in myself for not being more clear. "He's not here here. He's not in Connecticut. He's in Massachusetts with Aunt Kim and Uncle Justin. He was born today."
And then he provided me a chance to really confuse him.
"Mama?" Blake asked. "How Eefan get here?"
Luckily, he accepted that Ethan had come out of Aunt Kim's belly.
Then he said, "I play with him."
Welcome to the family, Ethan! Just so you know, little Dylan learned to clap today. He's happy you're here, too. (Well, not here here....)
