32 weeks and 5 days.
51 days left.
God help us all.
I am living in this dream-world where the crib will be magically assembled by Santa's elves and diapers will fly in through the window or down the chimney and the white Christmas we sing about will refer to the baby powder that will be delivered by Santa himself.
This must be the case because I haven't made any of the preparations you might think a VERY pg woman would make.
Well, I have bought a couple of sweet little blue outfits on sale. I have chosen his me-me* blanket. Stinkerbell was given MANY blankets as gifts. She selected 2 nearly identical ones as her favorites. This was very convenient since it allowed me to wash one and still be able to give her one for snuggling.
So, I decided that I would select the me-me blanket for Peanut. We just have to make sure he prefers these sweet little blue ones over anything else that touches his skin.
Oh, yea. We have to choose a name.
The Might Hunter has threatened - err dreamed - of naming a son after his own dad. Now, let me say this first and very clearly. I think his dad is a wonderful person. One of the funniest, goofiest, most lovable men I know. Yes, he's a curmudgeon . There's no denying it. But he is one of my favorite people and would be even if he were not my father-in-law. But he has an unusual name.
Weird and off-the-wall name.
I can't find it anywhere in a single name book anywhere. Google doesn't find it as a name for a person. It is the name of a county in Ireland or Scotland.
I would name Peanut after The Mighty Hunter. His grandfather (well, one of them anyway. the one who cared about other people besides himself.) My grandfather(s).
Here's a list of the names of those men from our family. You pick out the one that belongs to The Mighty Hunter's dad. The rest are real names from either side of our family...
Can you blame me?
There have been a few discussions where The Mighty Hunter's arguments FOR using his dad's name have actually back-fired...
I circled my grand-father's name in the baby name book. This is the grand-father that died when I was a baby, so he didn't know him either - thus the name was unfamiliar to him. So, he says "Ira? Do you really like Ira?"
me: "It was my Papa's name."
him: "So what?"
big, dramatic, joyful pause...
The other time was a discussion about a boy in Stinkerbell's class - Rufus. Yes, it's his real name. No, it's not a nickname because of his fascination with Ron Stoppable's naked mole rat.
him: "Rufus?!? Who names their kid Rufus?"
me: "he was named after his grandfather"
him: "that's no reason to give a kid a strange name like that."
another big, dramatic, even more joyful pause...
So, we're calling in Jimmy Carter and the UN's top negotiators to assist in the name choice mediations.
Expect to hear about the final decision soon on Fox and MSNBC.
And, because I know you are curious how bad my Marge-Simpson-overbite belly button is progressing...
I have uploaded the picture TWICE now and no belly shot to show.
Will put it up at my flickr site.... Sorry!!! http://www.flickr.com/photos/auburngalalways/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/auburngalalways/320659314/
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
32 weeks and 5 days.