Baby Love

My family loves nicknames. Introduce us to a new person, or bring a new baby into this world and we go into hyper drive, throwing names out until they start to stick. Then we morph them. I had a dog named Mac. His name went from macaroni to macaboni to boni to boner. My sister calls my poor husband G monkey butt. I think that one started out as some G-unit, G-money type thing. I'm not really sure how the butt things fits in, my sister just likes to add the word butt onto various words. I think this all traces back to my mom who calls my sister cerebellum. Sarah. Belle. Wanna know what my ultra hip way cool nickname is? Spacey Tracee. You're jealous arent you?

Anyway, today I get to babysit our newest addition, Baby Love. My Baby Love. I am looking forward to it because she's at that cute stage where she smiles and giggles a lot and wants to be held all the time. So I will spend all day holding her. I will not do anything school related (Monday I get to go in my classroom and start setting it up!), I will not get ready for my party (I only have 9 days left to get ready and haven't done anything yet), I will not do any laundry or cleaning. I will be monopolized by this little bug all day. I will love every minute of it, but I will walk away perfectly content with my decision to stop at two offspring.