If you look closely at my finger you can see his male genitalia. If you look even closer at my ring finger, you will see that I am either engaged or married as well. Wow. I have so much to tell you. Okay, okay, you caught me. That's not my finger and that's not my sister's uterus. The picture was stolen off the internet. But you get the idea. My sister is expecting a baby boy on January 27! The name is still in the works, but it's looking like it might be Cooper. And I'm going to leave the whole name topic at that. I know some of you might be expecting me to elaborate on the last name and how much I dislike it. But I'm not doing it. You can't make me. 
So the kid isn't going to have the greatest last name, who cares. I've taken some slack for the last name Steele and I'm sure this baby will take some slack for his last name as well. Okay, you twisted my arm. Let's discuss it. My friend Aubrey and I came up with an action-verb for the last name. (k[e^]g)er*ize\, 1. to bring into an intoxicated state as a result of drinking from a keg, 2. to attract strongly, as with a magnet, to drinking out of kegs. And there you have it. Cooper Kegerize. I'm not sure how I feel about the sound of the double consonants, but then I keep remembering, it's not my baby! And thank goodness for that! Don't get me wrong, I'm starting to get excited about being an aunt. BUT...dealing with all of this "baby stuff" continues to reinforce just how much I am not ready to have children. Whether or not I will ever be ready is an entirely different question. As one of my professors says, we can discuss that over a warm cup of coffee or a cold beer. (Insert line break, per Ben's request here)Tonight Betsy and I went to Target to do her gift registry. I'm not a frequent flyer in the baby sections of stores, and tonight reiterated exactly why that is.
When you're in baby sections of stores there are usually babies. And where there are babies there is usually crying and screaming. In my observations this evening however, it typically wasn't the baby crying and screaming. It was there older toddler sibling. Regardless of who is doing the crying and screaming, those noises are like fingernails on a chalkboard to Emily. There was one little girl in particular who left a lasting impression on me tonight in Target. Either she missed the whole lesson on "inside voice" or she only gets out of the house like once a year. She didn't know if she was happy or sad. One minute she's screaming out of excitement because she saw a toy and then the next minute she's throwing a fit because she wants popcorn. I said out loud to my sister something along the lines of they better keep that kid quiet (there might have been some profanity used but you get the idea). Unfortunately for me, the dad was right at the end of our aisle. Talk about awkward. At first I thought he didn't heard me. Then, after he walked by and gave me a very evil look for what seemed like forever, I realized he definitely had heard me. I admit my words were uncalled for. However, we heard that child wherever she went in the store. And even the "child loving" Betsy eventually sad that she was out of control and needed discipline. I know I need to learn to be more patient with children. And I would like to do that. But at this point in my life, all I think about when I'm around screaming children is, what have I done to deserve this punishment? I would also like to add that I loved children until I was a lifeguard at a city pool for 4 summers. It was that experience that changed my view of these small creatures. You might be starting to get concerned for the safety of my nephew, but I promise you that I will never take out my frustration on him. I will just hit my sister instead. :) I kid, I kid. Must get some sleep now. Goodnight.
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