Update from Uncle Tone

Anthony here, with the hospital waiting room report. Its crunch time, but morale remains high. The Grandpas, Uncle Kevin and myself are trying to keep Carli entertained as we await the arrival of baby 2.0. We pass the time with several high stakes games of Words with Friends on the iPhone we can only hope that our battery last till zero hour. Carli is really eager to see her Momma and is constantly asking where she is. We keep telling her she working on baby Ava.

In other news we cannot find the remote to the lobby TV, which has no buttons on it so we can't turn it on. The lack of visual stimulation or ESPN is not helping the anticipation. There is some discussion of venturing out to a dollar store and buying a universal remote, but by the time we got back and program it, such an exercise would likely be moot as Ava should be here by then. The Grandpas are remaining calm as Carli is doing her fair share to make up for the lack of a TV. As the time passes those of in the waiting room remain ever vigil waiting for the text message that it is safe to re-enter the room from which we have long sense been banished.

FYI: Word on the street is Keith fainted during the administration of the epidural just by looking at the expression on Resa's face. Momma always said, "Looks can kill." After two cups of orange juice and a wet washcloth he has recovered nicely.