The Toddler Formerly know as …

I remember in 1993 when Prince changed his name to the “Love symbol”.  At age 9 I didn’t really understand because, what was his mom going to call him?  How would he rent a car?  I had so many questions.  Now I understand his dilemma.  Noodle has a pretty basic name given to him by his birth mother but for us it’s a reflection of someone else. When I am looking into his eyes discussing Brexit, while changing a diaper a Clydesdale would be proud of.

While I have promised a full diaper post, I was not prepared for the difference between what sweet little Brisket produces compared to the loaf of bread sized diapers the little boy has been generating.

Back on track, for the past few days we have been racking our brain on possible names.  Of course serious options only last for about 3 minutes before we launch into less than sincere alternatives.  Some of my favorites:

• Klaus
• Uncle Butch
• Ned
• Marcus Jr.
• Estefan

The nice thing for us is there is really a pretty small circle who really know this little kid and his actual name.  Changing the name should be pretty easy.  Don’t think we haven’t tried yelling a few of the options from the other side of the room to see if he would turn around and look.

Miscellaneous & Housekeeping items:

• Our first diaper rash experience was a blast.
• We were sent home from daycare for the first time.  (Have not got to call in sick to work yet)
• Please do not send toys.  We will notify you when we need more.
• Father’s Day was a hit.
• Cooked a Brisket for the first time since we got a baby named Brisket.  A little odd I am not going to lie.  We had two 10 lbs Briskets and some confusion.  “Have you checked on the Brisket?”  “The meat or the Baby?”