Yes, today is the big 1-2 for TinyTuna. I would like to point out, however, that even as of now -- a little after 3:00 pm -- there was NO TinyTuna. There was NO celebration. There was NO joy or happiness. There was NOTHING GOOD. There was, however, about 45 miles of fetal monitor tape in a huge heap on the floor, and one GreenTuna who swore she was going to highlight the fun parts in red and then use it to decorate the child's room.
TinyTuna, in all her stubbornness (go figure!) was in no mood to go anywhere. And why should she? She had held on for three extra weeks...what were seven more hours? The cavalry finally went in at 10:04 pm and got her, and in doing so gave us more joy and happiness and love than we could have ever imagined.
It's been a celebration ever since.