TBone went to work for a few hours yesterday. Maks slept all afternoon. MomMomMadge came to visit but since Little Bug was sleeping we had to sit and talk. Imagine that, TALK to my own mother. Sheesh. I feel for Madge in these situations. I feel like I'm getting a good shake as far as the baby blues go- well, I'm sure it's way too early to say, but so far so good. Without fail, when mom and I get a chance to have a good sit down, the topic of conversation that we usually land on is my father and the relationship he and I have. I bet she LOVES this.
Oh wells.
So anyway, Todd gets home around 5 and aside from the normal new dad congrats he had a decent day...except for one small part: comments his bosses made about our son's name.
When we were going through the naming process we ran into plenty of unsolicited advice. Someone knew somebody with the same name and he or she was a jerk/killed his mom/looked at them crooked in fifth grade/etc. So mostly we kept it to ourselves and lied through our teeth telling people nothing came up. We also did extensive research trying to consider what mean little fourth through twelfth graders might try to come up with to make fun of our wee one based on his name alone. We didn't was to spell things with the initials and tried to avoid things that rhymed with cuss words.
We landed on Maks some time ago and the only thing we came up with was that at some point he might be called Maksi pad. We rested soundly choosing Maks since it means "the greatest" and knowing that the mental wit combined with the command on the English language he'll undoubtedly possess (arrogant, aren't I ;-) will certainly shame any idiot who crosses my kid's path when they try to insult him with a low brow comment about feminine products. "Maksi pad! Wow, took you all day to think of that, eh? Pardon me while I steal your girlfriend (or boyfriend, I'm not judging, it could happen.)"
So anyway, to keep things vanilla, the comment that was made went a little like this, "won't you tire of correcting people on how to spell it?"
Todd's response, "No." *exit stage right.*
He tells me about this later. My response, "oh, you mean ____ the _____ guy and ____ the cat lady? Ask them what they went through when naming their children. Oh, that's right. They don't have any. Let's go slash their tires and put a Joker under their windshield wiper."
(Aside, my sister and I thought it would be funny if that was our signature- putting jokers under people's windshields, on their key boards at work, in their shoes, etc to passive aggressively demonstrate our disdain for them.)
So pregnancy over and I can *sleep soundly* knowing that we've only juuuuust begun with the unsolicited advice.
Thank goodness.
Sláinte.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Oh wells.
So anyway, Todd gets home around 5 and aside from the normal new dad congrats he had a decent day...except for one small part: comments his bosses made about our son's name.
When we were going through the naming process we ran into plenty of unsolicited advice. Someone knew somebody with the same name and he or she was a jerk/killed his mom/looked at them crooked in fifth grade/etc. So mostly we kept it to ourselves and lied through our teeth telling people nothing came up. We also did extensive research trying to consider what mean little fourth through twelfth graders might try to come up with to make fun of our wee one based on his name alone. We didn't was to spell things with the initials and tried to avoid things that rhymed with cuss words.
We landed on Maks some time ago and the only thing we came up with was that at some point he might be called Maksi pad. We rested soundly choosing Maks since it means "the greatest" and knowing that the mental wit combined with the command on the English language he'll undoubtedly possess (arrogant, aren't I ;-) will certainly shame any idiot who crosses my kid's path when they try to insult him with a low brow comment about feminine products. "Maksi pad! Wow, took you all day to think of that, eh? Pardon me while I steal your girlfriend (or boyfriend, I'm not judging, it could happen.)"
So anyway, to keep things vanilla, the comment that was made went a little like this, "won't you tire of correcting people on how to spell it?"
Todd's response, "No." *exit stage right.*
He tells me about this later. My response, "oh, you mean ____ the _____ guy and ____ the cat lady? Ask them what they went through when naming their children. Oh, that's right. They don't have any. Let's go slash their tires and put a Joker under their windshield wiper."
(Aside, my sister and I thought it would be funny if that was our signature- putting jokers under people's windshields, on their key boards at work, in their shoes, etc to passive aggressively demonstrate our disdain for them.)
So pregnancy over and I can *sleep soundly* knowing that we've only juuuuust begun with the unsolicited advice.
Thank goodness.
Sláinte.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
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PS your bebe is beautiful.