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Names

Following closely on the question "Boy or girl?", the name question is the second most common pregnancy question we get asked these days. While we're opting to not make any final decision until we see the little squirmer in our arms, we're doing some thinking, narrowing down the field.

This site helped the process, but mostly was just fascinating to watch the evolution of certain names over time. Why, oh why, did the name Paris make a launch in popularity in 2003? Same year, the name Emma launches to #2? Why did Arland go from 0 in a million births to 12 in the 1930's, only to drop back into obscurity in the '40s? I can only hope it's Marcel Arland, dadaist extreme...he'd appreciate it.

Someone with far more time than me, not to mention skills, should cross reference cultural events with the name phenomenon. Why do I know so many baby Zoe's, Maya's, and Fiona's?

PS....it's a boy

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pork love

We've got a saying on the farm....

"Never kiss a farm dog on the lips"

This should hold for any dog, really, knowing what we all do about their dietary preferences. Farm dogs, though, get a hold of a bounty of nastiness that city dogs can only dream of.

Anyway, I guess we may need to expand this rule to include kids, and pigs.

Pop quiz....which one is getting the nastier experience?

(via Daddytypes)

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Punk fetus

From Chris

... (why)I’m an avid supporter of legal, accessible, and affordable abortion services

Fetuses are goddamn punks

I mean, just look at ‘em. Sitting there all floaty and unconcerned, not taking any responsibility for the world around ‘em, content to just sit there and leech off of someone they don’t even know yet.


Happy Blog for Choice day. Whether you choose to have a baby, or choose not to, freedom lets you make that choice.

Speaking of, our little choice is 1lb 3oz from ultrasound measurements this morning, has 10 fingers and toes, and judging from his apparent thumbsucking, is getting a rip-roaring start on his future oral fixation problems.

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So much worse than shoes

As the weeks trundle by, the wife is getting rounder and rounder... to the point where I'm wondering how she's going to walk in a couple of months.

The other night, she mentioned that her belly is so big that she can no longer see her clitoris.

Wow. I mean.....wow, it never occurred to me that she'd lose sight of that along with which mud boots she was wearing. We may have to rig up a lighted marker to help her keep from losing sight of it.

In fact, that could be a pretty good product to market to teenage boys, too. Their girlfriends would buy it....

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Ouchouchouch

Neil Pollack is one of those writers that I always check out when the RSS feed shows a new post...it's always an entertaining read.

His new book chronicles his entry into hipster parenthood...knowing a few hipster parents myself, I look forward to checking it out.

You can read a painful blurb of it in Salon about new parent decisions

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