Update

No baby yet. They tested to see if TLO II was ready to be induced into the world but he needs to bake in that oven another week. Kinda like checking a cake, no? Evidently, this one just ain't ready yet.

So, we'll miss out on our little Cinquo de Mayo bundle of joy and we're a bit disappointed because we were getting anxious to meet him. But we can wait another week or so.

Well. At least I can. She's had enough smuggling basketballs.

Boy-O-Boy

Yup.

Gonna be a boy. We found out a few weeks ago. I'm good with that but then I would have been good with another daughter too.

Presently, I'm in naming negotiations with my wife and daughter. My daughter's name was easy. We had it picked out 10 years before she was born and although it slowly became more common, but we stuck with it. She has probably 4 nicknames that have nothing to do with her given name too.

As to Junior* my last name doesn't allow for some common boy names and my daughter's name (in my opinion) doesn't allow for "yuppie" type names - since she has one it would seem too much to have another (am I over-thinking this?). Some of my wife's suggestions I've found not enticing at all. Of course, we've had fun with some crazy names as well. Recently I threw a new name in the mix as did my daughter and our original boy name for our daughter is still alive, but on life support. I could live with the Little One's suggestion - and I suspect that may win in the compromise - but none of my wife's suggestions so far grab me at all.

Sesame Street, pop culture and cartoons have further limited our selection. Surely, we can't name our son Kermit, Phineas, Magic, Ferb, Damien, Grover, Kramer, Slash or Dr. J.

At least we have 4 months to figure it all out. Any suggestions for me?

*** No, I'm not going the "junior" route - I really, really don't like that - no offense to those that have done it but it seems to me to say "I'm so great I named my kid after me" - plus all the credit report confusion it creates ***

A Bundle of Joy

They had just acquired a new television and the mother was busy, through labor pains, trying to explain how to use it to her three children as she anxiously awaited her mother-in-law to come up to watch them.


The father was frantic that her contractions were too close and that they really, really, should be going. The mother had been through it all time and again. This was old hat and she was certain she still had plenty of time.


Finally, at 8:30 p.m. they began their 8 mile journey to the hospital.


At 10:38 p.m. it was over (mostly). A boy was delivered, seven pounds eight ounces and 21 inches long. All eyes and hungry as all getout he was nevertheless healthy and happy as was the mother.


This was September 6, 1966.


The boy was me.