A Baby, A Puppy, And A Salami Sandwich

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.

So, as it turns out, we were not one and done.  Maybe two and we’re through?  J