Easy makes 420

Last night's Critical Mass was the largest ever in Atlanta, after an AJC article yesterday brought them out of the woodwork.

Angel (he of the green dress and rollerblades) counted 419. I told him to make that 420.

Josh celebrated by having a couple of 420s while I watched, sipping my lemonade longingly.

I learned my lesson - almost got jumped last week for just holding a beer for the girl seated next to me at the opening Atlanta Dream game.

Great seats, by the way - baby loves womens' basketball already - he was jumping around and cheering inside. I think I'm having cheerleader. Josh will be so proud.

naming names

We do have a name picked out, and we're not telling, so don't ask :-)

I learned this from my sister - when I wouldn't tell what names we were considering, she said, "When I have a baby, I'm going to name it Luke!" This elicited a round of boos from our loving family, proving me right.

I love our name, though. It's got just the right old fashioned, solid ring to it. Josh will probably nickname him immediately though, which takes some of the pressure off.

For now, just call him Easy E. The solo version. I'm hoping this will influence him to be easy to birth.

I knew it!

It's a boy! Guys, pause that high five in midair and ask yourself if you would have the same reaction for a girl. Why is this? I'm thrilled to be having a boy, I knew it all along, but why is this somehow cause for a high five, whereas a girl is more "aww..."?

And why did having a baby turn me into a gender warrior? I blame Target and all the frilly pinkness out there. Now at least you won't have to hear me pleading with you not to give us lacy dresses.