Thanks Deakon...

Partial lyrics to "Tough Little Boys" by Gary Allan

Scared me to death
When you took your first steps
And I'd fall every time you fell down
Your first day of school, I cried like a fool
And I followed your school bus to town

Well I didn't cry, when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again

Well I'm a grown man
But as strong as I am
Sometimes its hard to believe
How one little girl, with little blonde curls
Could totally terrify me

If you were to ask, my wife would just laugh
She'd say "I know all about men
How tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again"

Well I know one day, I'll give you away
But I'm gonna stand there and smile
But when I get home, and I'm all alone
Well, I'll sit in your room for a while

Well I didn't cry when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again

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While driving home from Canmore, I teared up singing this song (come on, I'm pregnant, gimme a break) and Deakon asked me what it was about. I told him it was about kids growing up and their parents being sad because it goes really fast and one day they move out and have their own families.

D: Well, kids can come back and visit their parents.

Me: Ya, they can. Will you come back and visit me?

D: Sure.

Me: Promise?

D: Ya. Well mom, I might live in Calgary.

Me: Ok

D: It is kind of a far drive

Me: Not really that far (20-30 minutes)

D: Well, if I live in Cochrane (where we live now) I promise to come and visit you all the time. Is that ok?

Me: Sure buddy.

I will take what I can get

34 weeks... tomorrow

If that isn't the cutest picture you have EVER seen... too bad for you. It is.

Had my 34 week appt today. Everything looks good except that Mini Quinny here is breech. Not surprised, I can feel my bladder being kicked constantly. She has 6 weeks to move, I am not worried. I will not complain because it is more comfortable to have my bladder kicked compared to my ribs being ripped off my body. Deakon was the very worst. I swear he kept both feet planted under my right side and pushed for months. I felt like I was bruised.

Anyway, just a little update. Still trying to find time to do my Utah, B.C., and anniversary posts...

Ladies night tonight, YAY!

The trouble with Quinn

Kyle Steven William Gerrie

Angela Ruth DuPaix Gerrie

Deakon Kyle Joseph Gerrie

Nixon Steven Owen Gerrie

Huge mouth fulls... I know. But they are our names. Why 2 middle names? I guess we must ask Steve and Doreen (Kyle's parents) that question. Doreen says it is because they wanted a name from both sides of the family. Makes sense, let's do it for our kids. But why, oh why, do you have 2 middle names Angi? I love my maiden name. Always have, always will. After we got married and I applied for a new SS card and drivers license I realized that I could pretty much choose a new name. So I added a second middle name. Why not?

Kyle is named after his Dad and his maternal grandfather. Deakon is named after his dad (Kyle, duh) and Kyle's papa (Joseph) AND shares his middle name with Kyle's brother, step dad, my brother, my nephew, and some other ancestors in my family. Just seemed to fit. Nixon is named after Kyle's dad (Steven) and my dad (Owen is my dad's middle name). Ok, so I am getting off track.

Let's rewind to the summer of 2006. Kyle and I have been married for almost a year and are living in our first apartment in Pleasant Grove. We figure out that I am pregnant and of course have become OBSESSED with baby names and quickly realized that our lists were very different. I will never live down the day I threw out the name Stetson. Kyle LOVES to tell everyone how dumb my names were because he has this as an example. When we were "dating" - chatting online for a few weeks before we met in person- one of his names on MSN was DEAKON. Not gonna lie, didn't know that is was actually the name Deacon. In my head I read it Dee ah con and thought it was some weird gaming term. I asked him one day while we chatted and he told me it was going to be his first son's name. I thought he was crazy. Didn't hear him say it until months and months later and didn't love it. Mostly because I had only heard it for the friend on King of Queens and a toothless old black guy that worked with my Dad at his first job cleaning up the pathways at Disneyland.

We agreed more on girl names (most of them after 5 years have lost our interest): Mercedes, Avery, Bentley, Cadence, and Quinn. Quinn was our number one. We had decided that if on that October 23rd, 2006 ultrasound day it was a little girl she would be Quinn. Nope. Sorry. There was a little wiener and we were thrilled... besides the months and months of arguing about boy names.

So where did Quinn come from? A&E. A&E? Yes, A&E. Isn't that a tv channel? Why yes, it is. While being bored out of our minds one day we started watching Inked and the opening credits started and there it was, "QUINN" in all of its feminine cursivy glory and I was in love.

Fast forward several years of girl-name planning and enter Quinn Fabray. Are we ready to be constantly reminded that our baby has the same name as the pregnant cheerleader on Glee? More importantly (to Kyle), are we ready to have her be one of many many Quinns?

Yes. I think we are.

As of now, we are very excited to welcome

Quinn Avery DuPaix Gerrie

to our family name list!

Trying it out

So, we've been testing out London and although we both really like it... I can't make it work with a first middle name (she will have 2 like the rest of us, the second is already decided) so that is bothering me. We think we are going to stick with Quinn. There is a back story... one that I want to share so stay tuned and also find out our middle names!

Decisons and a month long vacation

We are exhausted, sun kissed, and a bit home sick after several weeks in Utah and B.C., but I do have lots and lots of pictures and things to post. That will have to wait for another day. It's 6 and I've been up way too long to make any sense.

Wondering what is really on my mind? What really forced me to stop lounging while trying to make extra room for this torpedo baby? We can't make a final decision on a name and IT IS DRIVING ME crazy. 8 weeks tomorrow. And no name. Top 2 names?

Quinn AND... London

What do you think?