Come Out, Little One!

We've been on "baby watch" with Erin's baby due any day. She and I were texting this morning:

(I was tentatively working today if there were no signs of labor)

Erin: "No babies.... no nothin'... have your meetings."

Me: "Come ON, Baby!! Go eat something spicy"

Erin: "Seriously, I am going to drink a gallon of Challula."

Me: "A poem for baby: Said Auntie Hez to the baby: Come out and see the sun! It's dark in there in Mommy's tum, come out and have some fun!"

Erin: "A poem from mama: Git out baby! Don't mean maybe!"

I will keep you posted. In the meantime, Rosie had some fun playing in a box that came for one of my school families. She kept wanting me to join her inside the box..... I think if I were to get in, I may never have been able to get out.