With an S like the poet
I’ll have pictures up later, but Becky and I found out the sex of the baby yesterday. It has 11 fingers, if you know what I mean. That either means we’re having a boy or one of those babies that will be on DATELINE ten years from now.
But now the real adventure begins. I want to name the baby Spenser. I always have, even when I didn’t really think about having kids. But Becky isn’t really sold on it. She thinks it’s better than Holden, which was my other choice, but that’s like saying gassing is a better way to die than firing squad. So how do I get her to go for it?