Not So Passive Aggressive

So George and I just went on a wonderful vacation, a babymoon, if you will. We slept in, layed on the beach, and ate ourselves silly at the wonderful restuarants. It was perfect. Uninterrupted time of just us. No pauses in our conversations to clean up anything foul or answer a question that had to be answered immediately like, "when I'm 12 can I. . . ?" And to our sheer delight, a bathroom at every turn mostly empty with someone waiting outside the door to give us a little squirt of hand sanitizer. By Friday, while sad to be leaving the beach we were ready to see our girls again. We had talked to them and knew they were in the capable hands of my mom so didn't really worry but we missed them as much as we knew they missed us, and that my dear friends is where we made a terrible mistake: assuming they had missed us and longed for our return.
When mom pulled up Christin had fallen asleep in the back seat. George picked her up and noted, happily, that she had wet herself on the way over as if to say, "welcome home". She was dead to the world, however, she woke up when George laid her on her bed and exclaimed in her most whiney, horrible voice, "I don't want to be here I want to go back to Nana's!" Lindsey, on the other hand seemed happy to see us, as long as mom was there. When she stood up to leave Lindsey began to cry and yell, "Nana, Nana!". She cried until George brought home french fries and then seemed to get over it. That is until Saturday night when she began throwing up. In her own way seeming to say, "fine you want me to be here with you? well, I'll show you some real fun in the form of projectile vomit all over me, you, and my car seat. I dare you to ever leave me again!"
In a few weeks I am going to Chicago to see Rebecca. I can't wait to see what I will be greeted with when I return!

What's in a name?

So it's about that time when the name game should be starting. However, there is a slight problem, we have no name. Not even a list of names we are picking from. Now don't assume we haven't read the baby name books because we've read, discussed them, and crossed off all the names. Why are there more girls names? We managed to pick out a girls name on the way to the ultrasound and yet a month after learning we were having a boy he has no name (that's not entirely true, he has a middle and a last name, so never mind we are 2/3's of the way there)
So I decided (without George's knowledge;) to allow you to name our first boy. You should be honored, aren't you special? Naming your grandchild,great-grandchild, nephew, great-nephew, 1st cousin once removed, or friends (or strangers but that's kind of creepy (not that you can't read this if you don't know me but maybe it would be best if you don't comment, then again what the heck, if you've got a good idea I'm open to it!)) baby!
Every game has a prize and rules. The prize is, obviously, you name the baby, if you thought it was more than that you really don't know me.
And now the rules:
1. Can't be trendy, if it's in the top 25 of any list in the past couple years forget it (hint: if it ends in "en" ie: aiden, caden, hayden, payden, etc. it's on that list)
2. Must sound like a strong man name, in other words naming him Shannon after me is not acceptable.
3. No aliteration, no offense to my friends and family who have names that start with the same letter as their last name but I'm not into it.
4. George is not an option, we already have one of those.
5. Think about nicknames: yes Josiah is a wonderful name but let's face he'll be called Joe and that puts him at the top of the popular list.
6. Must sound good with Christin and Lindsey, while Zerubabel might be a wonderful name it just doesn't sound that fantastic at the end of the Christmas card.
7. Bible names are great but please consider the Biblical character, ie: Zacheus, great guy, great name, but a wee little man, let's face it no DeVol should start off with a name that already has a short joke built in.
Well, that' enough rules to get you going. So let's hear those suggestiions.

PS. Don't be offended when I shoot them down it's nothing personal, just blame it on the pregnancy hormones!