Monthly Archives: March 2011

The OFFICIAL Name list

While we’re normally pretty secretive about our name choices, we figured since this is probably the last (famous last words) one, maybe we should be more open. Isn’t that what blogging is all about anyway? Openness and transparency? Spilling your guts in public? Hanging your dirty laundry out to dry?

Uh….on second thought, that sounds kind of ugly.

Instead, I’ll just tell you the names the boys came up with. (You can tell many of them come from books and movies.) (Or possibly just random words found on the floor, because seriously? Sock?)


  • Ill
  • Alien
  • Wally
  • Shirkley
  • Despereaux
  • Prince
  • Babe
  • Jello
  • Daniel
  • David
  • Jerry
  • Cook

For the Girls:

  • Lover
  • Girlies
  • Eve
  • Rose
  • Mary
  • Flower
  • Penny
  • Sock
  • Soft
  • Miffy
  • Cutie
  • Eugenia
  • Chat
  • Mercy
  • Feathers
  • Snow White (“or just White”)
  • Madeline
  • Rainbow

Thanks, boys. Don’t call us, we’ll call you.

Currently my two favorites are Ill and Lover. J said, “And we can spell it Love. Rrrrr.” With Alien and Chat coming in a close second.



Filed under Aren't my kids funny?, Boys will be boys, She's having a baby, That was fun

Speaking of twins…

Is there a big X on my back?

Oh, nothing. I was just….curious.

Since nothing exciting has been happening around here, unless you count the fact that I cleaned out the car for the first time in 8 months and also got all the hard water deposits off of Molly’s water dish (it’s a really fascinating story if you’re interested) (Next time? With pictures?), I was going to do a little pregnancy update. And it was going to sound a little like this.

I’ve just realized that the last few weeks are probably as good as it’s going to get. I haven’t had much in the way of nausea, I haven’t had insomnia, nor am I exhausted (thanks to an iron supplement that doesn’t make me sick). I don’t have lots of pain and I can still get out of bed without rolling. I can still see my feet, my feet are not swelling and I haven’t had heartburn in over a month.

That’s what I was going to write and then, this morning, after taking my iron supplement, I felt, if not nauseated, like I was about to faint and if I didn’t lie down immediately, might die. (Which is how I feel for the first 4 months of any pregnancy, usually.) So I spent the morning sleeping on my new couch and when I finally got up, I ate a strawberry and then had the worst heartburn in, oh, say, a month?

But the good news is, I can still see my feet and they are not swelling. Yet.

Recently, some old family friends (you know the kind that you’ve known all your life?) had two sets of surprise twins. Sisters, pregnant at the same time, had twins within months of each other and neither knew until the eleventh hour. Maybe I wouldn’t think so much about this except that I’m currently pregnant.

But I would know, right? I quizzed my midwife and a friend who has had 7 kids. We’re all convinced we would know. (Of course we are.) We would at least suspect, right? Sixth sense? They probably didn’t know because it was babies #5, and #6. (Oh.) They also go to midwives and don’t get routine sonograms…so, rats. (We’d have to get a bigger car.)

Yesterday, at the dentist’s office, I met a woman admiring my children. (That’s what she said, anyway.) She was very talkative and is the first stranger to ask when I’m due. She told me she missed when her kids were younger and that she wished she’d enjoyed it more. She was originally from Baton Rouge and had come out this way after the hurricane in New Orleans. She had six kids, five boys and one girl. And two sets of twins. The first of which, she didn’t know about until she was giving birth to them.

In light of all that, I’m doing what anyone in my position would do.

I’m coming up with possible names for twins.

And just so you know, I don’t think we’d have a problem naming twins.

So, no worries.


Filed under She's having a baby, This is going to be really funny one day

It’s tough being the oldest and in charge of everyone


C: Dad, why is J still not doing anything?

Mr. French: Well, the clothes are already put away, what else should he be doing?

C: Not just now, I mean, even at the wood’s house, he doesn’t do much.

Mr. French: (kind of laughing) Well….

C: (very seriously) Dad. Can you think about it?

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And then I ate my words…

I’m not a big fan of the over-stuffed, over-sized furniture thing. It’s just not my style. I’m fine if you like it, it’s just not something I would pick.


But I guess I have a high tolerance for change.

I think I can make do with a lot. I have my limits, but I can make do with a small apartment in a questionable area of town with a distinct lack of furniture for 8 months or so.

Maybe it’s the baby coming or the realization that what can be bought on Craig’s list, can also be sold on Craig’s list, but we’ve recently acquired some furniture.

If I saw this couch in the store, I wouldn’t look at it twice (unless Mr. French made me). But I have to say, I really like this couch.

First, it’s huge. Eight feet long, in fact.

It’s as wide as a single bed and all six of us fit comfortably on it, right in a row. Plus, there’s an ottoman, which I never realized was such a genius invention.

So, in short, I love my very large, oversized, comfortable couch.

And you want to hear something funny? The people who sold it also have the matching loveseat and chair. They got rid of the couch because it was just so huge.

(I didn’t move any toys or children, nor straighten the cushions so that my friend, who thinks I keep a tidy house all the time, can be assured that, in fact, I don’t.)


Filed under Everyone's an interior designer, Moving is my hobby, Mr. French

We saw a fox and all we got were these lousy pictures

If you can see it, you should win a prize or something.

Like a nice picture of a red fox.

It was still exciting for us to see a fox in our backyard.

I think you can see it best in this one.

(It’s sitting on it’s haunches in this one.) You can see how much the snow melted after we got there. But then it snowed again. And then the ice came. It sure made everything pretty.


Filed under Moving is my hobby, Playing the Tourist, That was fun