Wordless Wednesday

Money: why does it always have to be such a source of stress???

Baby envy

I want this one. This exact one!
Baby envy is hitting hard, people!
In the last week, one of my friends gave birth to a daughter, and another friend celebrated her daughter’s first birthday.
And I’m all “where’s my baby?”

Finding a middle ground is hard

It’s a Tuesday, and those are just naturally boring days. And you know what that means — more name-game action

* His favourites
** My favourites
*** Mutual favourites

BOYS
Andrew
Benjamin

Dexter***
Henry** (Darling Husband still hates it, but I love it)
Jack**
Max**
Nicholas***
Peter
William

GIRLS
Alice**
Charlotte
Claire (middle name only)
Ella
Emma***
Grace**
Hannah** (everyone hates it, but I’m still holding out)
Hailey*
Hilary/Hillary
Molly
Rosalie/Rose**
Dexter is definitely in the running. Darling Husband suggested it, after his love of the HBO serial killer, and Mom and Little Sis quickly gave their approval — they’re also fans of the show.
For boys’ names, I am still pushing Henry, Max and Jack. For girls’ names, my faves are still Alice and Rosalie. Same issue as before, really. I am in love with the old-fashioned, classic names, and Darling Husband “just likes what he likes.”
Although whenever I think of having a daughter, my first thought is always “Hannah.” I can’t explain it. Everyone else hates it, but it just feels right, so I’m not ruling it out. Maybe that is how kids get their names? It just “feels” right?
So far our mutual favourites are Dexter, Nicholas and Emma. Oddly enough — or maybe it’s not that odd — Nicholas and Emma are the baby names we used to toss around back in high school, when having kids was 10,000 years away.

Not Me Monday

Over the weekend …

  • I did “young-person” stuff, like staying out until dawn and drinking and … stuff like that. I would never spend my weekend doing something as lame as quilting … and baking muffins to freeze.
  • I did not decide to make cut-off jean shorts. And wear them. I have excellent fashion sense and only ever wear, um, store-bought shorts.
  • I definitely did not pair the cut-offs with beat-up sandals and a yellow babydoll top. I think looking like a hippie is horrible.
  • I did not download — and begin watching — Season 1 of Little House on the Prairie. No, I was watching one of those new-fangled HBO shows that everybody is talking about.
  • I did not stay up until 2 a.m. scrapbooking.
  • I certainly did not lie to Darling Husband and say that I stayed up so late because I lost track of the time, when really, I was just having too much fun scrapbooking.
Hmmm, quilting, baking muffins, strange clothing, scrapbooking, Little House on the Prairie … this post is painting quite an interesting picture of my life, isn’t it?

Because I’m bored …

I started playing around on one of those due-date prediction sites, and ch-ch-check out the results …

I have always told Darling Husband that I think the nicest birthday months are May, June, August, February and December — except December kids get screwed on gifts.

May 9, 2010 … is that not the most perfect birthday ever?
Fingers crossed for August. Think sexy thoughts for us, haha!