Aunt Stacy

Several weeks ago, Tate was climbing up the stairs to get ready for bed and he stopped and turned to me.  He said, "Aunt Stacy's going to have a baby."  I stopped and looked at him for a second and decided that as usual, he was stalling because he didn't want to get ready for bed.  I said "That's nice, buddy.  All right, let's go get ready for bed."  That was the end of that.

A week or so later, Tate was playing with his Cabbage Patch baby (yes, he still LOVES that thing) and he said "Aunt Stacy's going to have a baby".  I think I said, again, "That's nice, buddy."

A few days after that, we had arrived home at the end of a busy day and I was getting dinner ready.  Dave was still at work.  Tate was playing in the living room and he called out to me "Mommy, Aunt Stacy's going to have a baby!"  I looked at him and said "Oh, yeah?"  He was quiet for a minute, then said "What do you think she's going to name it?"  Now I was listening.  What 2 year old asks a question like that?  I stopped what I was doing and gave him my full attention.  "I don't know, buddy, what do you think she's going to name it?"  He said "I don't know.  Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"  I said "I don't know, what do you think?" 

I had been baited enough.  I picked up my phone and called Stacy.  "Hi.  Um, this is so random, but Tate keeps telling me that you're going to have a baby so I just had to call and check it out."

I heard laughter on the other end, and in the background I hear her call to Ryan "He finally told her!"  She came back on the phone and told me that they had been trying to get Tate to tell us for weeks.  I sheepishly had to admit that he had been telling me, I just didn't believe him.  Sorry, buddy.

Congratulations to Stacy and Ryan!  We can't wait to meet your little one!