Do y'all have a name yet??
-The two most dreaded questions for a Mom of more than one child.
Well, for this Momma anyway.
Being asked about how many weeks along I am causes my heart to beat faster, my mind to race, and my mouth to dry out a little. Much like the time I skipped three history classes in a row, freshman year, to go to the lake, only to return and learn an exam was being given. BUSTED! I feel bad enough every time I call to schedule an appointment with the doc/dentist and the receptionist asks, "What's the date of birth?" "Ummm, let's see here... No, he was born in November... Ummm... Wait, no she was the one born in '03.... Hmmmm, I mean seriously, how many Hudson Storms could you possible have in your system??? Just file it on that kid's insurance. Stop making me feel so bad!"
I have issues.
So, I'm now side-tracking that question with the exact answer... "I'm due November 24th."
Next: We need some help with a NAME!!!
It's here that I owe my Grandmother, may she rest in peace, my sincerest apology:
(Sidenote, her kids tried to make the first grandchild call her Granny, cause she didn't want to be called that, but it came out Banny, and that's what stuck.)
I am truly sorry for thinking ill of you for a short stint of time during my adolescent years after learning my Mother had no middle name. Even though she is number six, of seven children, and number five of six girls, I still thought you should have given her SOME middle name. Even if you didn't like it. I joyfully named her myself, Diane, since she had to sign all her checks, report cards, etc with a "D" for her maiden name. I thought her life was so un-fulfilling until the day I named her. For it wasn't until that day, that she could walk with her head held high and proudly tell the world, she too had a middle name. And, since my middle name is your name, I thought it only fitting that my Mother get to enjoy such a necessity in life.
It is now, Sweet Banny, that I understandingly take back my Mother's middle name and force her to go back to using her maiden name "D."
I had no idea of the brain-storming sessions that must have occurred to simply come up with a first name for your last two children. Especially after naming so many of the same sex. Please forgive me of all my sour thoughts on this matter. And, just so you know, I didn't hold a grudge too long, for Her Highness proudly carries your name as well, though, it is her middle name.
Love Always Until We Meet Again,
One of your Favorite Grandchildren to watch from Above
Now that I've gotten that off my chest... For real, we need help. We have used family names for all the other kids, so that's part of our problem. Sorry to both our Grannies, but our choices left for grand-father names are Homer and Azel. Don't think we'll be using either this go round. The boys have come up with some interesting ones as well... Blue Power Ranger, Batman and Joker... just to name a few.
Her Highness now parrots my response when someone asks the dreaded name question, "Well, we had a bunch of girl names, but we're out of boy ones. OUT!" She'll say, exasperated.
My girl names included Mary-Kate which is my sisters' middle names combined... (no pressure there, girls! I'm just saying, if I was having another girl, she would have been named after the two of you, but no pressure if you end up having girls...) And several others that I thought were really sweet. So, if any of you ladies out there who are preggers with a girl need help with the name game, give me a call!
I really don't mean to sound too bratty, for we are extremely thrilled about this baby. Four boys is going to be a blast. I just hope he survives in such a wild household:
While it tickles me that our children love to hold and entertain babies so much, it worries me a little too... How in the world will I ever take a shower or leave a baby in a bouncy seat to load the dishwasher? I guess I just won't load the dishwasher and will have to take a few more "whore baths" than I will want to admit. Maybe one of these would come in handy....
It's survival of the fittest in this house, combined with whoever's loudest, wins. Good times, good times. Bless you, Baby #5. Bless you.