You know those people that have a nickname for their babies long before they are born? Peanut, squirt, munchkin, junior – you know. I’ve always wanted to have a name/sex determined long before birth, but it never happened. Two of our babies we knew the sex of – and those were the two we took the longest to choose a name. One wasn’t named until several hours after birth. So today, with this thought (and it was momentary, I assure you. My thoughts don’t last long, or they don’t get completed. Trust me on that one.) in mind, I thought “Hmmm. Falkena. 5th baby. F5. Wait, that’s a tornado rating. Or an earthquake. No, a tornado, I think. At any rate, is that a good nickname to give to a baby? Are we setting ourselves up for major trouble? Can it get worse than Ruby?” Thought over. No conclusions, but there you have it. F5???
P.s. Once this thought was over, I went to trusty Google and found out it’s a tornado. I think I preferred earthquake. But at least I learned something today – beyond how many times of spraying/scrubbing carpet it takes to remove poop. Yes, thank you Ruby.