22 Months ago, we had a baby girl.  She was a newborn, then an infant, and now a firecracker.

Eleven days ago we had a baby boy.  He was a fetus, born as an old man, and now is a newborn.

After many discussions with our friends, family, and financial advisors, we have decided that both children will live in the same house with us.

So…Babs had to meet her younger brother for the first time, and that happened at the hospital when he was one day old.  Babs was 662 days old.  I was 11,685 days old.

For the months leading up to Mr. T’s birth, we told Babs that mama’s stomach was Baby Tommy.  She may have thought we were saying “tummy.”

When she saw Mr. T for the first time in the hospital, she immediately went into a “baby talk” soft whisper voice.  We kept saying, “This is Baby Tommy,” Babs started repeating…   “Baby Tommy.  Baby Tommy.”

Next, Babs started pointing out his features.  “Nose,” she said, as she touched his nose.  “Ears” she said as she touched his ears.  “No hair” she said as she touched his head.

Babs was just as good when we brought Mr. T home.  Normally, when Babs wakes up in the morning, she shouts, “Mommy, mommy!”  Every few days at sunrise, she’ll yell “Raw Ree Rees,” meaning “strawberries” in her language.  But now, many mornings, the first words to come out of Babs’ mouth are “Baby Tommy.”

It’s pretty awesome having two kids.  It’s even more awesome that they seem to like each other.