When they come for you

And now for a big surprise...or not so much, actually. It's a boy!! Yay! We, of course, greeted the news with the fantastical, whimsical reactions for which we are generally known: the husband breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to learn how to wipe front to back, and I was ecstatic that I didn't have to buy a new wardrobe and enter the frightening world of barrettes and ponytails. I mean, we would have been happy with a girl, of course, but I feel much more confident with another boy. I haven't broken Toddler J yet, right?? (Let's just ignore that whole lack of speech thing, shall we?)

So now begins the great name game. The seminary boys have started generating "helpful" lists of contenders. Today's list included Orangelo, Poindexter, Ivan, Chucko, and Han Solo. I told them to go ahead and brainstorm all they wanted and we would write them all down...so I could then burn their lists. They understood!

Meanwhile, the husband is embarking on his own list making, telling me which names Toddler J responds to while he's changing his diapers. So far, J seems to like Justin and Tyler. Are we having a Backstreet Boy? I am thinking Toddler J might be out of the decision-making process as well.

Not that I have any great ideas of my own. I think we used up all our brilliance with the first one. So now, the well is dry. Any suggestions??