From my dad, continuing the baby-naming site theme: http://www.behindthename.com/
From the lovely Sarible: Mom of Boys (skip the comments, I beg you)
And lastly, I plan to order my baby from this catalog. What do you mean they just sell the clothes?
Although the majority of people who read this blog are not pregnant (Yet. I’m up to three, so watch yourselves!) they probably know someone who is. So if you’re looking for a baby shower/Christmas/birthday gift, let me help you. This website is like Woot for baby stuff, and so far the stuff offered has been both cute and almost completely useless, which are the two most important factors when buying gifts. There’s no need to tell anyone you got that designer diaper bag at a huge discount – just let them think you really love their baby. I mean, of course you love their baby. Who doesn’t think babies are the most awesome and fascinating thing in the whole world?
It’s too late for me (at least as far as this baby is concerned), but this website is really fun if you’re looking for baby names: http://ssa.gov/OACT/babynames/ You can search the popularity of a name and it will show you how similar names compare. You can also search for the top baby names going all the way back to 1880 (surprisingly similar to the 2007 list). For example, the year I was born my name was the 174th most popular name, but for the last 8 years it hasn’t even broken the top 1000. And don’t worry, no one will judge you for playing with it even if you have no plans to have a baby. Ever.
Also, this article has both one of the weirdest names I’ve ever heard (Folbe, a girl) and a nice snarky comment on Ashley Simpson’s horror of a baby name.
Thanks Erin!
Unfortunately, my psychic abilities did NOT carry over to Blackjack. Well, actually they might have if the jackass playing the hand before me didn’t hit a fifteen with a six showing (in case you DON’T have a gambling problem and don’t know, that is a VERY BAD DECISION). Either way, baby’s going to have to wait til next paycheck for that awesome stroller.
In other news, I’m finding it very hard to use the correct pronouns for the baby. I prefer just using “the baby” and try to frame all my sentences in such a way that I can avoid saying “him” at all. Like, the baby is really kicking today! The baby must really like Arrested Development! The baby needs some ice cream right now! Or even better, if you loved your baby, you’d get us some Friendly’s! And if you don’t I’m going to make the baby listen to the new Britney album. Again.
I can’t remember a single thing on my shopping list unless I am staring straight at it, I walked down the shampoo aisle at the store today and didn’t even glance at the conditioner I was out of, and I couldn’t find the book I was reading for hours – despite sitting almost directly ON IT.
But for some insane reason, my baby MAKES ME PSYCHIC. I swear I am not making this up. I have correctly predicted the ending to every show on TV this week. Tonight I woke E up just to tell him the ending of The Mentalist (good show for real, and Simon Baker ain’t bad to look at) twenty minutes before they actually revealed it. AND I WAS RIGHT. Then Jason was accused of rape on SVU and I was all “Whatevs, it was that other guy!” and I was right AGAIN. I don’t even look at my caller ID anymore, because I know who’s calling. When the doorbell rang today I answered it in my bathrobe because I knew it was just the UPS guy dropping of packages. Tomorrow I am going to buy some lottery tickets. Maybe I’ll talk E into some blackjack on Friday (like that’ll be hard) and win enough to cover that stroller I am lusting after.* Right now my baby and I are just a pretty good party trick. If we ever got invited to parties. Mmmm…party food. Mini quiches and chicken-on-a-stick sound awesome right now. I predict both things will be in my future.
*I never thought I’d describe a stroller like that, but I really can’t think of a better word than lust. It’s even stronger than my desire for cheese curls and Chick-fil-A.
