Back when we first found out we were expecting another baby, we spent a few days coming up with a silly name to use until the kiddo comes out, like we did with Floyd. It seems a little funny to spend time on a joke name when it took us about 9 months to come up with Bug's real one, but it's just nice to call the thing something other than 'baby' all the time.
I've mentioned befre that Schmoopsie is a big BYU fan. While I was throwing around Bernards and Herberts, Paddy suggested we call this fetus Jimmer.
You know, the Jimmer. Jimmer'd. That guy.
And don't get me wrong, I enjoyed watching the guy play ball. Stacey and I took the boys to the last BYU basketball game of the year and had a great time watching the circus. But really-- Jimmer? I explained over and over again that the reason Jimmer wasn't funny was because people would think we were serious. Between the ridiculous Jimmer-mania that occurred around these parts and the fact that Paddy's father's name was James, I was nervous that people would think that we were really, seriously considering naming the kiddo Jimmer.
Which, to be very clear, we're not. There will be no Jimmer in our family.
So we compromised, and Paddy calls the kiddo Jimmer in private, while we call him Sherman everywhere else.
Oh, that's right. HIM. We call him Sherman. Based on facebook and the blog poll, 56% of you were wrong.
It's a boy.
We're still not naming him Jimmer.