One of the gifts Julie brought to our marriage was a dandy extended family. Especially notable are two nieces, whom our own children, AKA Da Boyz, have always assumed had no other purpose in life other than serving as their own playmates/baby-sitters/enablers.
Although the younger of these nieces (whose childhood ambition was, like every other girl in grade school, to become a stand-up comic) is, I am certain, no more than 14 years old by now, she obstinately insists that she is somewhat more mature and that she is, in fact, an expectant mother.
At five months post gestation, my soon-to-be great-nephew/niece is waving in the latest sonogram, pictured above.
The “nephew/niece” notation, by the way, is necessary since the parents have remained intentionally uninformed of gender (well, they apparently know about gender in general, they just don’t know the kid’s gender). They have, consequently, endowed the sum and substance of their love and passion with the transitional (one trusts) unisex designation Awesome-o, a choice with which I heartily concur because
- I’m touched that they would choose a moniker that so blatantly references me
- I appreciate the parents’ thoughtfulness in providing their impending offspring with a suitable, blogworthy pseudonym1
According to those parents,
Awesome-o weighs 9 ounces and is 10 inches long. We saw two kidneys, a wonderful heart, and a very smart brain
This is gonna be one heck of a kid.
Updates
Awesome-o Returns
Updated:
Ruby Wren: Still Awesome-O
Awesome-O Returns
Footnote
- I would, in fact, favor legislation requiring each individual to have, in addition to his or her surname and given names, a blog-alias↩
