So. Lots of exciting updates for the friends and family circuit–but only one in particular that I can really remember right at this very moment. My friend Casey S. had her baby about 4 days ago! Early! 6 lbs, 11 oz., 16 hours of labor, 2 and a half hours of pushing…good times, good times. She sent me pictures of the little critter–and truly he is one of the most beautiful newborns I have ever seen. (Not like the big, stupid monkey babies my husband seems to encounter)–such tiny features, a head full of wavy blonde hair. I can’t wait to see him.
More importantly, I can’t wait to see Casey as a mom. This lovely lady was the one waitress in the cafe that we worked at together who would do anything to NOT deal with the kids that came in. She would trade tables whenever a high chair was involved, and she rolled her eyes a the sound of a baby’s squeal. She never wanted children and didn’t understand why anyone else would either.
But it was destiny that I would get knocked up right around the time her husband was trying to talk her into mommy-hood. I think she was close to caving when they visited me in the hospital. She told me that holding Mia and seeing her little silver newborn eyes sealed the deal for her–I’m not sure if that’s completely true, but either way–she and her husband set out to have their family and now, here we are, 2 years and one adorable little boy later. Congratulations to Casey, Phil, and baby Brandon. I’ll see you guys in October.
On the home front, baby-wise, we’re obviously still fine-tuning our craft. Preparations are underway. Caleb and I (heatedly) discuss the matter of girls names often:
ME: "I’ll let you name the next dog we get if you let me pick the girl’s name."
HIM: "Like hell. I’ll name the girl and the next dog."
ME: "Oh, come on. I’m so over names like Mary and Lucy. I’ve got only cool names on my list."
HIM: "Yeah, right. Why the change of heart all the sudden?"
ME: "Because I knew that it would be over your dead body before I was allowed to pick a name like that. So I came up all new ones."
HIM: "Like what?"
ME: "Oh, like ‘Keely’ and ‘Chloe’ or perhaps ‘Brighton’."
HIM: "Those are horrible. I hate all of them."
ME: "I have one more ace up my sleeve–how about ‘Laila’?"
ME: "You’re impossible. I hate you. What stupid names are you thinking of?"
HIM: "Only boys’ names. We’re not having another girl."
ME: "What about the family curse? No one in my family has boys. Ever."
HIM: "That’s crap…but for some reason I’m stuck on the name ‘Liz’."
ME: " ‘Liz‘??? Are you kidding me? It’s so common! Why that name?"
HIM: "I don’t know. But it’s better than ‘Matilda’ or ‘Marianne’ or whatever kind of bullshit name you had in mind."
I’m thinking that we should maybe become more skilled in the art of compromising before we get too good at conception. Have a great weekend everyone.