The other morning, I was laying in bed trying to avoid getting out of it while Nathan worked away in the basement. All four kids had gotten up and made their way to my bed and joined together to try and ruin my plan of staying in bed. -- Basically, a typical Saturday morning at our house.
I asked the kids what they thought about W's name and what we should do if we adopted him. We have always planned to change his name if we were able to adopt him. I honestly can't stand his name, and the fact that he is named after his dad makes it even worse. I feel like naming a child after someone is a way to honor that person and set an example for who you want that child to become. W's dad is the last person I want any child to aspire to be. He is violent and truely a bad guy. So, a new name will be in order once/if W becomes a Coe.
Anyway, when I asked what we should change W's name to once we adopted him, Alexander said immediately, "But you adopted me!". I think he thought he was the only one who could be adopted around here. I couldn't help but laugh. I told him I knew we adopted him, but maybe we would be able to adopt W too. He seemed ok with that answer.
Hannah suggested we give him the same middle name as Alexander, Ian, but I told her two brothers couldn't have the same name. Then she brought up the good point that her and I have the same middle name. So I didn't have much of an argument for that.
So, we don't have a definite name yet. We are pretty set on the first name though. I will share that with you once things are a little closer to being set. We do have court tomorrow, which will be one small step, most likely. Again, we don't want to get that cart before the horse.
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