The Boy Has No Name

There once was a little boy by the name of Goofy.

His sister (2.5 years old) lovingly nick-named him months prior to his actual arrival. He was named after a character on her favorite show "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse." What's not to love about the name?! It's a great adjective, it's short and to the point. Better yet, when sister called him, it often sounded like "Juicy." Like a big juicy orange. Sounds delightful.

After months and months of pouring over countless sites, books and magazines, mom and dad could NOT decide (read: agree) upon a suitable name. On the day he was born (hopefully on or before his due date) the stars were aligned perfectly and Mom and Dad had the "ah-ha!" moment they'd been waiting for...

"You will have a boy and you shall name him, Goofy Brown." So it was said, and so it was done.

Ok, ok, this won't be how the story ends but as it stands, we're still at a stalemate and have not chosen a name for this boy. I'm 33 weeks today, so we have about 7 weeks.

Maybe we'll wait until we get a good look at him...although I hope not.