It’s time again for the blog carnival hosted at Grown in My Heart. This month’s topic is a broad one–“Names”. Anything about anything involving a name. Or two.
My first inclination was to write about how both of our children were named. For both of our children, we discussed names with Jane. With MAM, we emailed through the social worker before she was born. For Jr, we didn’t know his gender until he arrived–not that it would have mattered, because we really didn’t even have a short list of names for either sex. When he was born, we asked MAM what we should name him. She told us. It stuck.
And then, while this month’s topic was being decided, Jane called with some information regarding her last name. She’s working on a class project, and so she’s doing a little research and a asking a few questions of her family members. And then she’s calling and sharing it with me, so I can share it with the children.
We are fortunate to know the names of our children’s birth mother, as well as their birth fathers. This is such precious information, and information I am thrilled to be able to share with them. Should we ever lose contact or contact information, the fact that we have first and last names (and birth dates, and birth place) should go a long way in relocating someone, and hopefully eliminate some of the wondering.
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First off, let me come right out and say that this is a biased review. And it’s not because the One2One Network sent me a copy of “Your Songs” to review.
The boy has had a rough month–no one ever said that parenting a toddler is easy, but have you ever stopped to think about the toddler? His teeth are still moving and shaking, and he has had a persistent ear infection. Sleep has NOT been an operative at our house lately. Tuesday we went to MAM’s ENT, and he called me out right away. He, somehow, could tell, (was it the bags under my eyes? my glazed expression? the desperation in my voice?) that I initiated this referral from our family doc, not the other way around. And given MAM’s history, he was cool with that. While he was unable to insert the ear tubes right there in the office, he did the next best thing–he gave us the first available time slot in the OR on Friday morning. And he gave Jr. a Rx for sleep-inducing pain medication, to help with the nights. I almost jumped up and gave him a hug. We were in and out of the surgery center in no time flat, and the long periods of intense screaming have lessened on Jr.’s part. It’s a step in the right direction.
I now drive a minivan. I was hoping for a crossover, but you get sooo many more features, on a newer model, with fewer miles if you suck it up and get a van. So we did. Three hours at CarMax, investigating four non-minivan options convinced us. For the record, don’t even try to fold yourself into a CRV if you are leggy (I’m 5’10”)–it won’t work. As we were realizing our dreams of a gently used, low-mile Pacifica were dashed, we saw the shiny Town and Country’s all lined up in a row. The sales woman told us, “You know, we stock a lot of minivans because we sell a lot of minivans.” And so we looked. And for the same price as a basic ’06 Equinox with 70k miles, we got an ’07 Town and Country with 27k miles that’s loaded. And it is robin egg blue. Most importantly, it has seat warmers. Mmmm.