Oops

I'll be late in tomorrow, we're going to go meet Reginald. Well, look at a picture of it. To check it has all its bits*.

Reginald?

Yeah, we didn't want to be all cutesy and "oh the jumping bean is hungry" so we sort of fell into the habit of calling it random things, and Reginald just stuck. I mean obviously we aren't going to really call it Reginald. I mean, you know. Reginald.

My father's name is Reginald.

...Oh.

*It does. At least so far. Although, are they supposed to look like four-limbed beetles?

Week Eleven

The way we are apparently supposed to approach things:

'Baby is now called a fetus in "medical terms". You, however, may have chosen the name "peanut," "angel," "jumping bean" or simply "miracle." '

Actual conversation in our house last night:


Aww, look, you've got a little pot now.


That 'pot', as you call it, is your child, mister.


Sorry. Aww, look, you've got a little Reginald.


That's better.