We're still in a bit of a hold out on agreeing with a baby name, flyboy is still sticking by Seamus and has now added Piermont as his middle name. Give that we had some 22 hours in the car with the boys we figured we'd get their opinions of names.
Yeah... ummm... what they brought to the table was about as viable as flyboy's pick. Dash -2 selected Diego. I have nothing against that name, its just that my kids are blonde hair, blue eyed, Irish kids, and Diego while it is a great name, wouldn't fit so well.
Nor would his other choice, Lightening McQueen. Can you tell what he's into lately?
Dash-1 on the other hand suggested, Whatcha-ma-call-it. Then he actually sided with his father on the whole Seamus Piermont name. I think he just realized that he was annoying me and found it amusing.
So it has been decided. The boys will have no say in the name of this child.
In other news it's been just another weekend around here. Saturday was spent at the ER with dash-1 due to asthma and a fever. Not to worry he's all healed, breathing a ok and he hasn't stopped talking since he woke up.
Literally, I heard him before I saw him this morning and it hasn't stopped. But he's feeling better and that's all that matters. Though why do these things always creep up on the weekend and thus require an ER visit rather then just a trip to the doctors?
And just as exciting, it would appear that we have a dead mouse somewhere in the kitchen. (We live in the country, in an old farm house, mice come with the territory. Lucky me.) I'm thinking behind the dishwasher. Flyboy, luckily, is in town and has promised to find it before he leaves in a few days. And trust me. I'm holding him to it.
My kids are healthy and my husband has promised to search and retrieve a dead mouse with absolutely NO assistance from me.
That my friends, is a lot to be thankful for.
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