A rose by any other name...

This is Smasher. He's a joy. A real mess. But I love him. The Hubby had to work until 8 tonight so Smasher hung out with me while I cooked dinner. I looked over at one point and this is what I found. That's right, my one year old, diaper clad son, with his feet propped up on the tray of his highchair eating Cheerios. I couldn't help but laugh so he, in turn, cracked up at it too. I don't think people realize that the things he does are not made up or staged in anyway. They truly do happen, and every time it's of HIS own accord.


The Hubby and I have decided on a name. But, we are taking a cue from a lady that I work with and have decided not to disclose said name until the day that she gets here. Also, having somewhat of a surprise is a good thing. I am liking the fact that everyone is trying to guess what it is though. It's a fun little game. I do promise that the name is very unique (as if you could expect anything different from me.) I am having a hard time figuring out a middle name though. The Hubby and I are both of the school of thought that a middle name should be a family name and should honor a loved one. Smasher's middle name does that. But we're having a hard time deciding on one that fits with the first name we have chosen. We have plenty of time. I'm sure it will come to us.

I've been thinking of the fact that The Expected is going to be a girl. In my pregnancy-induced insomniac brain, I'm kind of freakin' out. I've always gotten along better with the opposite sex. I'm not really a girly-girl or anything like that. I was so excited when I found out that Smasher was a boy because I knew I could handle that. However, I know how I was as a girl. Especially around 13 years old. I don't want to put up with that. Now, don't get me wrong, I will love my little girl so much, and yes, part of me wanted a little girl this time, but I've got to admit that I am scared out of my mind! I'm sure it will all be okay. Somehow...