2004-04-17-10:33 p.m.
baby bun
Well, I'm winding down on week 32 in this pregnancy. The baby is supposedly around 4.5 or 5 pounds now. I'm sleeping very poorly and am chronically exhausted. We still don't have a name and stuff has been so crazy that we haven't even spent much time thinking about it or talking about it. I keep getting worried that I'm going to go into labor early and be at the hospital with a baby and people waving paperwork at me --- and not have a name. Can I bring home a nameless baby or do they force naming on you before you leave? Nameless baby. That sounds so awful.

Below are some names that are under consideration. We have a complicated sounding French last name so the first name must be short.

Brynn

Laine

Ayla (like Lila without the L)

Maren

Flynn

Ella

Devon

Harper

I really like Harper. Husband doesn't like Brynn, Devon, or Harper. My mother doesn't like Harper either but my father likes it A LOT and thinks I should be campaigning for it. Devon is too popular so I think I'm striking it from the list. I'm not sure if Brynn is too popular for me to deal with. It's a name that seems to be growing in popularity. I like Ayla but I don't think people will say it correctly based on the spelling. I think they'll say it to rhyme with Kayla.

Ro boy
Ro has really been something else. We're potty training now and he's really got the right idea but the stuff he does sometimes is totally hilarious. We manage to get him to the potty a few times a week but if we don't, he'll take care of business himself which is where things gets hairy.

For example, he shuffled into the kitchen with his pants and pull-ups around his ankles and threw a few black things into the trash and was about to shuffle off again when I realized what he must be doing. I had just put him in dry pants about 20 minutes earlier and he was throwing out his poop, so he could be comfy without having another diaper change. I just wanted to die laughing. We did finally get him to poop in the potty today though. Hooray. Peeing was ok -- but he hasn't wanted to poop there at all.

hammy boy
Ro is such a ham. I totally regret letting him see the digital camera. The instant replay of images or movies has destroyed him for spontaneous photography. If he sees me with the camera, he stops whatever cute thing he is doing and runs to see what's on the camera. It's been frustrating me a lot so I haven't taken many pictures of him in the last few months. I really like kid's lack of self consciousness.

Anyhow, the hammy routine was pretty funny the other night. I bought Ro boy a cup cake and Daddy got a few pictures of him eating it when Ro boy quit eating and wanted to see the pictures instead. In one image, he appeared to be smushing the cup cake onto his face and that really struck his funny bone. Next thing we know, he is jamming the cup cake onto his face. I think he even got cake up his nose. It's all for his own amusement because then he wants to see himself covered in cake. We laughed like crazy and the cake became more of a toy and a huge and crumbly mess was made but a good time was had by all.

Warning: High Speed Knee Level Shopper
I take Ro boy grocery shopping with me a lot and it's typically quite a good time. He doesn't mind it at all and he helps some too. He's especially pleased if we can get hold of one of those truck carts many stores have but there wasn't one the last time we went. Instead, there was a "Shopper in Training" cart complete with sign, which is just like a regular grocery cart but very small. I gave it to Ro boy and we set off into the store. He pushed it along and I paused at the entry way noting how totally crowded the store was and I put my keys in my backpack. I was talking to Ro boy the whole time and I looked down at him --- and he wasn't there. I flipped out and then gasped in horror when I did locate him -- quite a ways a way from me, head down, and barreling through a crowded store at top speed. I was horrified and my first thought was "oh please do not let him take out some old lady." I dashed after him while trying to avoid other shoppers -- and fortunately for me he took a few brief pauses here and there to hurl a cantaloupe, a few ears of corn, and some limes into the cart before hurtling off again. I was so relieved to catch him. I spent the rest of the (mercifully) brief trip holding him by the hood of his jacket to keep him from being overcome with the desire to do anymore rally racing with his cart.

I don't know why I thought he'd putz a long with a cart at my pace. It just dawned on me that he's used those carts a lot at the kids museum although he's never gone crazy with one. A real grocery store with it's long aisles really was too much temptation to resist. I guess.

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