Oh No!

Yesterday we took Danny to the doctor for his first check up. Scott and Naomi and I were waiting in the waiting room when the nurse came in and said, "Danielle?"

Scott and I looked at each other in horror. We hadn't thought of this.

Before I could remember to temper my voice I said a little too sharply, "His name is DAN-iel."

For the rest of the day Scott and I worried about this. We spent nine months searching for a name; a name that would be easy to pronouce, a name that sounded good with Dyreng, a name that wouldn't get him made fun of at recess, only to find out he is going to be mistaken for a GIRL for the rest of his life!

Something had to be done.

So I called Dan Mudrick, a guy in our ward, and asked if he had had any problems with this. He laughed and said that the only people who called him "Danielle" were people who spoke French. He said, "The problem isn't the name, it is the nurse."

Well, that made us feel better.

Scott also told this experience to one of his co workers who lives in Boston and she emailed him back and said,"It is a well known fact that southerners can't read."

So his name will stay the way it is.

For now.

From the Land of the Living Dead

It has been three days now since I gave birth and I still can't do much except sit around on pillows. But I have climbed the fourteen steep steps to the computer to announce that the Turkeyboy's Girls blog will now change its name to Turkeyboys' Girls.

(If you didn't notice a difference that is because I just moved the apostrophe over one letter. This sweet little trick was my friend Charith's idea so that I don't have to change the name of my blog. Thanks, Charbear, you are a genius!)

But an even more important name is this one: Daniel Morgan.

Thanks to everyone who has helped my family in the last few days. We are so grateful.

Turkeyboy's Boy

He's here. 6lbs 13oz. 7:53 AM. No name yet. More to come later . . . .

Countdown

Today I mentioned something about "my big belly" to the girls and Syrena said, "I don't think your belly is big, Mom."
"You don't?" I asked, wondering if my daughter had gone blind.
"No," she said.
"Don't you remember when my tummy was flat?" I asked.
Slight pause.

"No, I don't."

So what I learned from this conversation is that I have been pregnant for as long as my children can remember.

That is a long time.

Luckily, I am a big believer in fortune cookie fortunes and this is what I got today:

Did you catch that little word "soon"?

15 days until D-Day, baby.

Catching Up

It has been a while since I've posted anything, so I thought I would send you all the highlights of the last few months....

Quick trip to the beach....

The older girls took swimming lessons while Naomi played with this hunk in the baby pool...

Last minute trip to "Zion." This is the Salt Lake Temple.

The only healthy thing to eat at the NC State Fair
Syrena and Sophie on the Ferris Wheel at the NC state fair (they told me I wasn't allowed on the Ferris wheel because I was pregnant...I got on anyway. Come on! It is a Ferris Wheel!)

Birthday Witch and her birthday cake

Carved pumpkins

The Witch

The Vampire Bat

The Vampire Girl

And we have three weeks (or less) until Turkeyboy Jr. arrives.

Which means it might be a long time before I make another post. :)

Until then--