Wednesday, June 29, 2011
And so it begins ...
Am resisting the urge to call in sick so I can stay home and play with him all day.
Do not even care that he woke me up at 5:30 AM, that I took him outside to pee, and waited ... and waited ... and waited ... and then when my sleep-brain decided he didn't want to pee, I brought him back inside. Where he promptly peed.
Seriously. Look at him. Would you care?
Didn't think so.
I am also resisting the urge to write cutesy captions under his pictures like, "Oh hai!" or "I'm just a writtle guy!" because I want to make myself think that his brain is a little more macho than that. So instead you will get a super chill, "What's up."
And in case you wanted to know -- and of course you do, because he's ADORABLE -- these are the names that have been under consideration at one point or another:
But he seems like he might be a Spence to me.
It certainly didn't hurt that his new Grandaddy and Gangi have already committed to calling him Spence. Even if I visited them this weekend and was like, "Oh hey family, I've decided to call him Freckles," they'd be like, "Nope. We're calling him Spence."*
* FYI, this is also how my brother "Charlie" ended up with two names. If a mom and dad can't agree on a name, just choose both! And then use them interchangeably! If it's not confusing to a child, it won't be confusing to a dog.