Friday's postscript, and remember the other day when I said I was having a bad day?
Clearly she understands what's being said to her, it's more of a matter of trying to alleviate her frustration in communiction. The terrible two's are one thing, but when you can't make your parents understand you want "a cookie now, dammit" obviously little ones can get a little flustered.
That aside, if you recall, I had noted a little while back that I was having a particularly bad day. Part of it was concern over my youngest. As for the other part... My wife had informed me of some suspicions she was having.
And this week, well..... those suspicions were confirmed.
Now that the suspicions are confirmed, we're settling into the idea enough to start to be excited about it. Lots of people have children at our age. It's just that most people aren't on their seventh.
So, this weekend we're trying to figure out how we're going to cram seven kids into three bedrooms, and to see if Sam's Club has discount rates for those people who buy in bulk. I don't know what in the heck we'll drive, as my suburban is at maximum already. But, as always, we'll figure it out.
We're even starting to look at names, trying to hold with tradition and pick a nice Irish name.
In case it's another girl, I and my oldest daughter are voting for Siobahn, but my wife is taking the position that no one will be able to pronounce it (she-vaun, in case you were wondering). If it's a boy... well, we haven't gotten that far yet. It's all pretty new.
My wife in jest and my son (for real) liked the ironic "Lucky," but someone complained that it was too much like a dog's name.
I'm just excited to bring another little Republican into the world.
Regardless of all of that stuff, one fact remains. My wife says it's all my fault. Maybe she'll allow me a peck on the cheek again in about 2o1o.