…is a date with my husband, where we go to Cambridge to get sushi, sit outside to dine and don’t get rained on, then take a leisurely stroll to the bookstore. Then we come home, eat a little sherbet and chat with my mom, check on our sleeping children, and fall asleep in each other’s arms, watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Thanks babe (and Mom, for putting the angels to bed – I think at least 2 of them were crying when we left). I love you, and can’t wait to welcome our new child into the world with you!
Speaking of this new child, however…I am having baby-naming anxiety and doubts. We decided on Moses months ago, we’ve been calling him that, and yet…I just don’t know.
I’ve never been in this situation before, where I wasn’t absolutely sure of the name going into the hospital. Please help! I still love Jasper (Mike still really doesn’t), I really like Abram (again with Mike not), I like Abel and Silas(again, Mike doesn’t). Robert will be the middle name for sure. If I had to guess, Mike’s favorite would be Moses or Miles (I really don’t like Miles that much), or his old fallback, Stephen (just like all the other boys, it will not be Stephen, although there is absolutely nothing wrong with that name, of course).
Just to refresh, our last name starts with an H, is one syllable, and the other boys’ names are:
Think y’all, think! We’ve only got 3 days here!