Countdown

One of Nate’s favorite games is to make me a bed on the living room floor.  He invented it— I’m just an innocent participant.

First he gets me a pillow to lay my head on.  Then he gets a “baybit” and covers me like a large, perfectly fanned wedding train.  Once my comfort has been established, he works on “entertainment.”  First I need water.  Then I need a trio of puppies to ‘nuggle.  Once I have Super Dog, Super Puppy, and Meatloaf he usually climbs in next to me.

I can generally draw this game out for a significant amount of time if I complain about my feet sticking out at the bottom of my blanket.  As soon as he covers them up again, I’ll roll over and get comfortable and of course, my feet stick out again.  Both Nate and Jake find my cold feet endlessly hilarious.

Tonight we’re playing “Cold Feet” and I say, “Hey Nate, Devon’s baby brother will be here in exactly one week!”  He agrees and tells me Baby Devon isn’t in Angela’s tummy anymore.  There’s some additional baby chit chat and then I ask, “So, what do you think we should call Devon’s new brother?”

And Nate answers pensively, “How ’bout… Baby What’shisface?”

Mmmmm… let’s suggest that to Auntie Angela.