So now, our family and friends, the Facebook world, the
woman cleaning the bathroom at Walmart, Chase’s dentist, and all of the other people
Chase has randomly blurted it out too, know we are expecting a baby early next
year. To say Chase is excited is a
complete understatement.
It’s no secret that Chase has wanted a “baby of his own” for
some time now. He hasn’t been very
discrete about it, especially when he wished for a baby before he blew out the
candles at his fourth birthday party. It
was sweet, but pathetic, very pathetic. When
we found out we were expecting a few months ago, we were so delighted to tell
Chase. Here was our conversation:
Me: “Chase, we are finally getting a baby.”
Chase: “I’m so happy; I hope it comes out a puppy.”
Forehead smack.
Chase has also been pondering what we should name our new family
member. So far, after we vetoed Chasey Jr. (a number of times), Chase
has decided that if we have a girl, her name will be Pretty Pretty and if we have a boy, his name will be Salami Sandwich. Hmm, I think, as for
now, he is off the naming committee.
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| So, as it turns out, we were not one and done. Maybe two and we’re through? J |
