New (hopefully final) name choice and entertaining family dynamics
Well, I think we've settled on a name. Finally. And it's different from any of the names we were looking at before. Go figure.
Cameron James Peters
Cameron was a name Rick and I decided we could agree on. I think it's kinda funny, because it means "Crooked Nose". Apparently, though, it's an honorable highlands name, or something along those lines. The middle name, James, is my father's name. My mother actually suggested it, which is surprising because they're divorced, and while they get along fine, she's not his biggest fan. She figures this is his last chance to have a child named after him, and likes the way the name works together. She also likes the nickname "CJ". I also find that amusing, since one of my best friends recently gave birth to a boy she named Dustin John, nicknamed "DJ". So I envision CJ and DJ running around wrecking all sorts of havoc on the entirety of southwest Michigan.
I asked my mom what made her suggest it (besides his last chance, etc), and she admitted that she figured he'd be so thrilled to have a baby named after him, he'd probably be willing to help my family out more financially - in other words, he'd probably give us money. I think this is funny, because my dad's idea of affection is to give money to them (which is fine with me). It's also his way of dealing with a guilty conscience for what he did in tearing the family apart when he cheated on my mom. Anyhow, apparently she knows him well. When I told him about the name, he suddenly decided that he was going to bring up a bunch of fireworks for Rick (dad is a licensed pyrotechnician, among other things) and give us money "for fuel and stuff, to help out" when he comes up for Thanksgiving. I never asked him for it, but I'm not going to turn him down.
Some of my friends from college may remember the oddity of my parents - they still see each other semi-regularly, get along fine, etc. My dad lives out of state now, so his visits aren't as frequent, but they're still fine together. Our Thanksgiving dinner this year is going to be at my older sister's house. The attendance list is: My husband, children and I; my older sister and her husband and children; my younger sister and her husband and children; my mother and step-father; my father; my father's brother and his wife; and my father's sister and her husband. Oh, and my step-brothers. So we have two sides of a "broken" family coexisting happily for the holiday. I just think it's even funnier because my mom and step-dad both get along better with my dad's siblings than with my step-dad's family. Go figure.
Okay, my husband either lost his mind or feels guilty about something. He came home early from his firefighter class, and went out to the kitchen to start water to boil eggs for egg salad. He came out of the kitchen a bit later with a nice, hot cup of tea for me. He didn't even make any comments on the state of the kitchen (dishes have yet to be done) or anything like that. I'm not going to argue or ask questions, I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. He delivered my tea, then went up to the attic to play on his computer. I'll probably be nice as well and prepare the egg salad for him - he'd make it with too much salad dressing, and it's actually sounding good right about now. Now that I think about it, that's probably why he was so nice. That, and when he got home (almost 2 hours earlier than expected) the older two kids were being rather obnoxious, and he could tell I was stressing out.
Enough of my rambling. I'm hungry, and those eggs should be just about done.
Oh, and Dweezil (cat in the picture) is sleeping next to me, and the dog's curled up in front of the door. I love evenings like this.
Cameron James Peters
Cameron was a name Rick and I decided we could agree on. I think it's kinda funny, because it means "Crooked Nose". Apparently, though, it's an honorable highlands name, or something along those lines. The middle name, James, is my father's name. My mother actually suggested it, which is surprising because they're divorced, and while they get along fine, she's not his biggest fan. She figures this is his last chance to have a child named after him, and likes the way the name works together. She also likes the nickname "CJ". I also find that amusing, since one of my best friends recently gave birth to a boy she named Dustin John, nicknamed "DJ". So I envision CJ and DJ running around wrecking all sorts of havoc on the entirety of southwest Michigan.
I asked my mom what made her suggest it (besides his last chance, etc), and she admitted that she figured he'd be so thrilled to have a baby named after him, he'd probably be willing to help my family out more financially - in other words, he'd probably give us money. I think this is funny, because my dad's idea of affection is to give money to them (which is fine with me). It's also his way of dealing with a guilty conscience for what he did in tearing the family apart when he cheated on my mom. Anyhow, apparently she knows him well. When I told him about the name, he suddenly decided that he was going to bring up a bunch of fireworks for Rick (dad is a licensed pyrotechnician, among other things) and give us money "for fuel and stuff, to help out" when he comes up for Thanksgiving. I never asked him for it, but I'm not going to turn him down.
Some of my friends from college may remember the oddity of my parents - they still see each other semi-regularly, get along fine, etc. My dad lives out of state now, so his visits aren't as frequent, but they're still fine together. Our Thanksgiving dinner this year is going to be at my older sister's house. The attendance list is: My husband, children and I; my older sister and her husband and children; my younger sister and her husband and children; my mother and step-father; my father; my father's brother and his wife; and my father's sister and her husband. Oh, and my step-brothers. So we have two sides of a "broken" family coexisting happily for the holiday. I just think it's even funnier because my mom and step-dad both get along better with my dad's siblings than with my step-dad's family. Go figure.
Okay, my husband either lost his mind or feels guilty about something. He came home early from his firefighter class, and went out to the kitchen to start water to boil eggs for egg salad. He came out of the kitchen a bit later with a nice, hot cup of tea for me. He didn't even make any comments on the state of the kitchen (dishes have yet to be done) or anything like that. I'm not going to argue or ask questions, I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. He delivered my tea, then went up to the attic to play on his computer. I'll probably be nice as well and prepare the egg salad for him - he'd make it with too much salad dressing, and it's actually sounding good right about now. Now that I think about it, that's probably why he was so nice. That, and when he got home (almost 2 hours earlier than expected) the older two kids were being rather obnoxious, and he could tell I was stressing out.
Enough of my rambling. I'm hungry, and those eggs should be just about done.
Oh, and Dweezil (cat in the picture) is sleeping next to me, and the dog's curled up in front of the door. I love evenings like this.