Newborn Days

Very dear friends of ours had their first baby today, and 8 hours later they are still having a hard time deciding her name. As I was reading through their list of decisions and trying to think nostalgically about our own wonderful newborn days, my darling son was whacking the office door with his head. Maybe it was my keys. I don’t know. There was whacking, loud whacking going on, as there always seems to be these days.

"Ahhh, do you remember how long it took us to pick his middle name?"
"I do. We had quite a list."
"We did. It took hours."
"We chose Calum, because it meant dove, peace. He was so [WHACK!] quiet and [BANG!] peaceful and swee-[BOOM!]-sweet."
"Had we only known. He would’ve been Jack THE OPPOSITE OF CALUM Adams*."
"Jack Loud Adams."
"Jack Rambunctious Adams."
"Jack Stop Hitting That Adams."
"Jack He’s All Boy Adams."
"Jack Please Quiet Down Adams."
"Jack Mommy’s Getting Some Valium Now Adams."
"Jack . . . no seriously now, Jack, that basket is for Mommy’s things, it’s not for babies. Stop that. Get down. Don’t bang on that."
"Seriously. And you think you want another one of these someday?"

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

*Not our real name, cuz I’m all anonymous and sneaky like that.

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Aimee