Eleven-year-old Shelley only leaves her bedroom for two minutes, but
when she gets back, there's a real, true-life, lavender-eyed baby on her
bed. It's far too noisy, smelly, and heavy to be a ghost baby--so whose
is it? It can't be her mom's--Shelley would have noticed--but it's not
like she's around for Shelley to ask, anyway. She's too busy trying to
get her horrible ex-boyfriend Scott ("the Toadstool") back, who Shelley
definitely does NOT like as much as her mom does. But someone's got to
look after the baby, and give her a name. "Celeste" sounds good (in
fact, it sounds kind of magical), and so Shelley and little Celeste
embark on some rather messy adventures, gain some new friends, and
realize that maybe some wishes can come true after all.