What a Day It Was!

Three years ago this day, anything that could happen did. During a snow-and-ice storm, two kids had out-of-town Knowledge Bowl meets at different schools. Grandpa P. and I went to watch.  (Grandma R. was there, too, naturally... but this story takes some crazy turns in the direction of my wacky family, so we'll leave her alone for now.)  Grandma P. went to my sister's house, to care for children as the oldest was hospitalized with a nasty infection. Then, my SIL Kristin went into labor! 

Uncle Todd pulled out of an important business dinner-- must have been a family emergency for that hard-working man to actually, suddenly leave work-- to take care of one set of littles, while Grandma went to the others. We dashed out of the meet, but an excited Grandpa put his truck in the ditch. Late in the evening, once all households were somewhat settled, I drove to the hospital to sit at the bedside my oldest nephew.  At the same time, at the hospital right next door, the my youngest nephew was making his debut!  

What a birthday story for the adorable Theo!  Here's what I wrote about the events at the time.  Three years later, all's well that ends well, and everyone is able to laugh about that crazy day.  Well, everyone except my brother, that is.  I'm pretty sure he's still ticked.  

Ted: "I warned you guys!  I told you everyone could not leave town-- it was Kristin's due date!"   
Me: "Yeah, yeah, we know... but who actually delivers a baby exactly on the due date?!"
Ted: "My wife.  Twice."