Over Breakfast
We've been talking to the kids over the past few days about what to expect when the baby comes. Where they'll go, who will take care of them, how long Mommy will be gone, etc. Addison has been a little nervous about it all, but I think the talking is helping. The kids were all riveted during family night (I know, amazing already, right?) when we talked about the plan of salvation and where we were on the little map and where our baby is right now. Yesterday he heard Leah crying in the morning and came downstairs and asked me if his new brother was born. He was really disappointed when I showed him my tummy and assured him that the babe was still in there.
This morning Addison, Bryn and I had a delightful conversation over breakfast. They're becoming interested in what we're going to name the baby. Nate and I usually keep our "name cards" pretty close to our chests, because we don't want to be unduly influenced by outside opinions. And also because we never know what we're going to name the babies, let's be serious, so the "cards" are pretty much blank. My personal frontrunner was recently nixed by Nate, and it's still smarting, I'm not gonna lie. Rest assured, this baby will have a great name before he comes home from the hospital, though.
But I digress. I really like it when the topic of naming comes up with the kids, because I simply ask for their suggestions. It is endlessly entertaining. This morning Addison was adamant that we name the child Gilbert. (Something about a picture and a joke and church history . . . I don't know). I asked Bryn what she was thinking for a name, and after pondering for a moment, she replied with Love Eater. Addison scoffed and said that it had to be Gilbert, right Mom? To which I replied that I don't think we'll use that name. But when he has a baby boy someday, he can name him Gilbert. Bryn got a very concerned look on her face and informed me that seahorses are the only type of animal with males that give birth, therefore implying that Addison's never going to get the chance to use the name Gilbert, because he will never birth a son. She seemed relieved when I told her that he could use the name when his wife had a baby. Addison turned that thought over in his mind for a minute and liked it. He then said that they'd either name their son Gilbert or [short burping noise], which would be spelled "Uuuu."
Does it get any better than this, people!?
On a mostly unrelated note, we paid a birthday visit to Nate's bro and co yesterday. The bro and his wifey were out having a birthday dinner, but we dropped off our things and said hi to the cousins for a minute, which was fun. They were milling around, doing their own things, and I was talking to Aria, when the six-year-old niece came up to me with a look of incredulity on her face, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. Now I hardly know any sign language, but between her eyes and her hand motions, there was no doubt that she was saying to me, "Your stomach is the biggest on the planet, what in the world did you do?" To which I replied with a smile and one of the 6 signs I know, "baby." Her expression changed to show serious concern as she signed, "You ate a baby!? You monster! What is wrong with you!?" It was kind of hilarious. I laughed and signed "baby" again and sort of made up a sign for "grow" and sent mind signals that said, "No, I didn't eat a baby, it's growing in my tummy." The mind signals didn't quite seem to compute. She decided that the situation required further investigation, and reached over to pull up my shirt and examine what was going on in there, to which I replied with a hasty brushing away of her hands and a laugh and mind signals that said, "Girlfriend, there ain't no way you wanna see that." She continued to look puzzled and could not make sense of it and kept signing what I could only guess was something like, "Did it get in there through your mouth? Why is a baby in there? Your stomach is gargantuan!" If I were more fluent in ASL or she were more fluent in mind signals, I would've told her to ask her father when he got home. As it was, she finally lost interest in my futile attempts at explaining, and ran off to play.
This morning Addison, Bryn and I had a delightful conversation over breakfast. They're becoming interested in what we're going to name the baby. Nate and I usually keep our "name cards" pretty close to our chests, because we don't want to be unduly influenced by outside opinions. And also because we never know what we're going to name the babies, let's be serious, so the "cards" are pretty much blank. My personal frontrunner was recently nixed by Nate, and it's still smarting, I'm not gonna lie. Rest assured, this baby will have a great name before he comes home from the hospital, though.
But I digress. I really like it when the topic of naming comes up with the kids, because I simply ask for their suggestions. It is endlessly entertaining. This morning Addison was adamant that we name the child Gilbert. (Something about a picture and a joke and church history . . . I don't know). I asked Bryn what she was thinking for a name, and after pondering for a moment, she replied with Love Eater. Addison scoffed and said that it had to be Gilbert, right Mom? To which I replied that I don't think we'll use that name. But when he has a baby boy someday, he can name him Gilbert. Bryn got a very concerned look on her face and informed me that seahorses are the only type of animal with males that give birth, therefore implying that Addison's never going to get the chance to use the name Gilbert, because he will never birth a son. She seemed relieved when I told her that he could use the name when his wife had a baby. Addison turned that thought over in his mind for a minute and liked it. He then said that they'd either name their son Gilbert or [short burping noise], which would be spelled "Uuuu."
Does it get any better than this, people!?
On a mostly unrelated note, we paid a birthday visit to Nate's bro and co yesterday. The bro and his wifey were out having a birthday dinner, but we dropped off our things and said hi to the cousins for a minute, which was fun. They were milling around, doing their own things, and I was talking to Aria, when the six-year-old niece came up to me with a look of incredulity on her face, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. Now I hardly know any sign language, but between her eyes and her hand motions, there was no doubt that she was saying to me, "Your stomach is the biggest on the planet, what in the world did you do?" To which I replied with a smile and one of the 6 signs I know, "baby." Her expression changed to show serious concern as she signed, "You ate a baby!? You monster! What is wrong with you!?" It was kind of hilarious. I laughed and signed "baby" again and sort of made up a sign for "grow" and sent mind signals that said, "No, I didn't eat a baby, it's growing in my tummy." The mind signals didn't quite seem to compute. She decided that the situation required further investigation, and reached over to pull up my shirt and examine what was going on in there, to which I replied with a hasty brushing away of her hands and a laugh and mind signals that said, "Girlfriend, there ain't no way you wanna see that." She continued to look puzzled and could not make sense of it and kept signing what I could only guess was something like, "Did it get in there through your mouth? Why is a baby in there? Your stomach is gargantuan!" If I were more fluent in ASL or she were more fluent in mind signals, I would've told her to ask her father when he got home. As it was, she finally lost interest in my futile attempts at explaining, and ran off to play.
BAHAHA this is my favorite blog post in the world. Gilbert, uuuu and [my personal favorite] Love Eater. You've got endless options.
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This is hilarious. I love your kids. I just asked Juliann if she had any ideas for your baby boy. She is full of girl ideas but when it comes to boys she had to think for a long time. Finally she said Sid, which is one of the names Jackson goes by any time they play a game. The other name he goes by which he prefers over Sid is T-Rex. You could consider that one too.
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