Imitation the highest form of flattery.

I’ve been inspired by a fellow blogger who is

1. Much funnier than me

and

2. Clearly insane.

Her blog is Mom2my6Pack and she wildly popular after a side splitting ebay auction. I’ve been reading her for a bit and I truly appreciate her humor…and the fact that she has “got it” when it comes to raising kids. It’s not about oneupmanship (which keeps my number of Mommy friends to a minimum because I don’t care if little LeDonna is potty trained at 6 months I’m happy when Elijah doesn’t shit on the floor in front of company) it’s about having the same number of kids when you come home as you did when you went out. Today she was talking about naming your kid and it got me thinking….I know, SHOCKING! I remember when I was pregnant with the Stupid Teenager. I poured of books and read cultural references to make sure I named him something with meaning. I wanted the name to start with the letter E because it stood for excellence and I heard Bill Cosby talk about how that’s why he named all his kids with the letter E, I thought it was deep. (shut up i was 21). I wanted the name to sound great on a kid as well as an adult. I wanted to be sure it sounded fantastic as a judge and wasn’t easily converted into a name where your only vocational choice would be to grease up and add a sock to your package…. I made sure I was naming him after great men in various walks of life. So how did I come up with his name…

So he knows what possible Justice Emmett Hall

So he knows how to laugh Emmett Kelly

So he knows where he’s from Emmett Till

So he buys his Momma a house…and because I’m a rabid football fan Emmitt Smith

Of course this was all contigient on the length of the labour and the circumference of his head. Cause if the short labour/small head ratio had been off I was naming him Shirley.