Raquel, friends of our named their baby "Rice". They just signed the card they sent us with their names and "Rice". I have no idea if they had a boy or a girl. I just can't figure out why they named their baby after food.
I think Mallory is a great name, regardless. And gender confusion arises with wee babies due to baldness and neutral clothes. I wouldn't stress about it.
I'm glad Owen wasn't a picky nurser when he nursed. A boob was a boob was a boob. And he pretty much nursed how I held him.
My insurance company just sent us a letter about our credit report. We're not getting better rates because of our credit rating anymore and I'm trying not to panic, wondering if this isn't just the usual bullshit build-up from year to year on credit reports (old accounts, a few late payments) or if someone in New Jersey is buying a house in my name. Feh. Now I have to call, get a copy of the report and try to clean it up.
Maybe they went to Rice.
Nope. Ball State. So I guess it could have been A LOT worse, huh?
I mean to say, I've heard of lots of kids having a "favorite boob."
My mom has informed me that calling my large boob DD is optimistic. She's conviced it's more like C and whatever comes after DD (E? I have no idea having been a B girl my whole life.)
I'm now starting a 6 hour practice bar test. I'm so (not) excited.
I just can't figure out why they named their baby after food.
Maybe they named it after Bush's little cup of moccachino the Secretary of State.
Sorry for the Jon Stewart possession there.
Stephanie, I am completely in awe of you taking the bar as a newborn mother. You're like the Goddess of Competence.
Good luck on the practice test, Stephanie.
A thought I noticed in passing.
as women don't take their husband's name at marriage
It always fascinates me, naming practices with marriage. I'm trying to remember if women always took their husbands' names in English culture. Heck, I guess it depends on when last names became ubiquitous.
All boobs all the time! I was not very modest while nursing. I liked wearing blouses that crossed over in front and just popped it out. The baby hid most of the breast, but only children stare. The adults divert their eyes.
Welcome back Hil. Sounds like it was a great trip.
Envious of Stephanie's drive.
So sorry about the car stuff Plei. Car buying is my least favorite experience in shopping.
Hil, when you get a second and are well rested, explain to me what "Not all kipahs are orange" means, please.
Um. Babies, nursing, cars - hey, I haven't had coffee yet today, maybe that's why I can't make thoughts and words and sentences...must get down a cup of nasty workplace coffee.
Hil, when you get a second and are well rested, explain to me what "Not all kipahs are orange" means, please.
Orange is the color being used by the anti-disengagement protesters. It's everywhere -- orange ribbons tied to cars or pinned onto backpacks, orange hats, orange t-shirts, orange bracelets, and usually with the slogan "Jews don't expell Jews." (It sounds a bit better in Hebrew.) The pro-disengagement camp is using blue, but that seemed to just start to be taking hold during the time I was there. Melchior's party is a moderate religious party which, unlike most of the religious parties in Israel, is in favor of the disengagement plan.
