Happy news!

Oh dear. This blog is becoming more Mormon Mommy... *sigh... But I need to share my happy news first! And I voice another opinion at the same time.

We found out on Friday we'll be having a little boy. I'm very excited. I was hoping for a girl, even thought I felt in the back of my mind it was a boy all along. I have three younger sisters, and I know what to do with a little girl, so a little boy just scared me some. I don't like bugs, I don't understand half of Kason's silly antics, and I was so terrified I'd be a terrible mother to a little boy. Miraculously, I'm not so nervous about a boy any more. I'm still nervous about being a mother, but looking rationally at how I react to kids, I don't think my disciplining is too harsh, but it is firm, and my opinions/judgements do not change. My primary class still likes me even after I tell them to behave, so I think I'll be okay.

We have decided on a name. Kason and I actually have all the names we like picked out. We're boring like that I guess. This little boy will be Christian Andrew. After his two grandpas. My father, and Kason's. Christian is also my grandfather's name, but he goes by Raymond. It's a good, strong name and he'll have 3 wonderful men to look up to and to fill shoes. His initials will also be similar to his father's. I like family names. It's nice to use them when possible. Not all the other names we've picked our family names, but they are still special.
A name is an important thing. I feel this name is pretty solid against any name-bullying that may come about from evil other children. It's not too weird, or old-fashioned, and hopefully his name will hold significance to him, so he'll carry his name with honor. Hopefully this name will keep him a good kid who wants to serve the Lord and lead a righteous life. Because I love this squirmy little booger to let him lead any other kind of life!

On a slightly different topic, people keep telling me to "be prepared" because my "kid's going to be so hyper and crazy" "just like his dad"! Personally, I truly hope he is an energetic, imaginative booger! It's better than some boring bum of a kid, who watches TV all day. I don't care how many doctors we fund expensive cruises, and lavish dinner parties fixing up his broken bones and stitching his scrapes and gashes. We'll have fun doing it. Plus, if this kid is crazy, he gets just as much of it from me too. I may be the one who currently keeps my husband calmer than before, but I was a bouncy, crazy little girl, and I still have copious amounts of energy and spark. Remember, this kid is half mine! I'm a booger too!