One Crazy Night!

So I went to bed Thursday, usual time, 7:30, eight, something like that, no big deal, nothing going on despite Cole being a day late. And when I woke around 0530, I rolled myself out of bed and went into Mom and Dad's room, climbed in to their bed and guess what I found...

Nope, not Cole (nice thinking though), and not even Mom or Dad. No, what totally blew my mind was crawling into my parents' warm, comfy bed and finding Grandma! I was dumbfounded, literally, but not so tired to forgo a full interrogation of the startled figurehead before me. I was going to make sense of this turn of events, no matter what the cost, so I asked Grandma, "Where is my Mommy?" She smiled, one of those tolerating sleepy smiles that says quietly if I answer you, you will go back to sleep, as if she had some kind of Jedi mind control power (only my Dad has been trained in the ways of the Force, but he says he'll start training me soon). I waited. She composed herself and told me, "Your Mommy is at the hospital with your Dad. They went to get Cole."

WHAT?! They went to get Cole without me? I was beside myself. How could I have let this happen? Grandma must have sensed my frustration as I tossed and turned on the side of the bed where she'd said I could sleep, because she got up and said we could go downstairs.

Breakfast came and went, and still nothing. And you know that song, the wheels on the bus go round and round (you're singing it already aren't you? he he.), well, that was me and my wheels were leaving thick layers of rubber on the gray matter of my brain as I tried desperately to get a solid grip on what was going on in my world. How could things get so out of control so quickly? Why had Mom and Dad gone to the hospital after I'd gone to bed. Surely they knew I wanted to see and pick up Cole as well. I can't imagine they'd think otherwise. And yet there I was, rocking back and forth in my banana chair playing LEGO Star Wars. I should be at the hospital. I should be with my Mom and Dad. I should be there to be a big brother.

Then the phone rang. Hope filled me as I watched Grandma through glassy eyes filled with expectation. He was here. Cole was here! I was gong to meet him, talk to him, teach him all the cool stuff I'd already learned. This was better than I ever expected.

I could tell by the look on my Grandma's face that she was very pleased with the news. Look at me, Grandma. Tell me everything, I wanted to shout. Then she turned to me and told me I had a baby brother. Cole was finally here.


And that's just my short side of the tale, you should see how Cole tells it (FBI Clue: Check out his blog! Peace Out.)