Excuse

I have a good excuse for not posting for the last little while.

It’s a nine pound excuse. Nine pounds and four ounces to be exact.


Sawyer is here.


I thought I would post a few pictures of him. Nate keeps asking me if he is really cute, or if he is just biased? I think some of each. His middle name has caused a little stir. We have also found that it is often mistaken for some kind of jellied holiday fruit. So the conversation goes something like this…


Them: “So what did you name him?”

Us: “Sawyer.”

Them: “That’s cute.” (Then their eyes narrow a little bit, and their voice gets a little more furtive, because they have already heard something about his weird middle name and they feel they need to do a little more investigation into what we have cursed our son with.) “Now…what is his middle name?”


Us: (We begin with the disclaimer) “We gave him a family name- Nate has a couple of great grandfather’s named Nathan Granberry.”

Them: “Oh ya?”

Us: “It’s GranBarry.”

Them: “Oh…I thought it was Cranberry.”

Us: “Nope- GranBarry”


*Awkward Silence*


Them: “So I heard he was a big baby…”

And that is how the name conversation ends.


Poor kid. Who knows what he will really get called anyway. Right now Nate call’s Rori “Horace”. (No offense to all the Horaces out there- but I think GranBarry is better than Horace.) Nate is already planning on naming our next son “Finn”. After 9lbs 4oz I don’t know about a “next.”

He has had a little bout with Jaundice that we are having a hard time keeping under control. He has had the light bed for almost a week now- and he hates it. Totally detests it, but it seems to be helping. He will go from a totally deep sleep to scream-his-head-off-get-me-off-this-thing theatrics just by placing him on the lights. I don’t think his favorite color will be blue.

Corneritis

My husband has never been to medical school. I think he took human biology in high school, but I still don’t think that gives him the credentials to be throwing out diagnosis like he sometimes does.

After a quick review of my symptoms he has declared that I have a very severe case of corneritis.

Never heard of it? Neither have I. So here is the definition provided by my husband:

Corneritis /- [kawr-ner–ītis]
n.

Congestion of the corners in a domicile, caused by lack of organization or stashing and uncontrolled squirreling away. Symptoms include large stacks of stuff in corners, including books, bills, strainers, pressure canners, toys, beanbags, clothes, and baskets. Sever symptoms could cause irritation of the husband.

He requested that I post the following photos as proof of my problem:

Exhibit 1: Corner of the dining room


Exhibit 2: Other corner of the dining room


Exhibit 3: Corner of the nursery


Exhibit 4: Corner of our bedroom


Exhibit 5: Corner of our daughter’s room


I’m not sure what drives this obsessive compulsive disorder that I have. Nate is always threatening me that our next house is going to be round- with no corners. I tell him a big problem is there is no storage. He tells me there is but I don’t use it. I guess I will go clean the bathroom, I think it has a couple of empty corners that could use some filling up!