Name That Baby Boy

It's time to start thinking about names. Bart and I have very different ideas of what a great name is.
We have Brennan Daniel and Jackson Gabriel...so...what should baby boy #3 be named?

6 Words

So the deal behind this tag is to describe yourself in 6 words... and for a fun addition add a picture of yourself too!

1. Mother
2. Wife
3. Creative
4. Lazy
5. Daughter (to my parents and of God)
6. Teacher
   

Now I get to tag YOU.... the rules say i have to choose 6 people so here it goes! I tag: Jeni C., Lexi, Maren, Jenn, Bart, Papa Jeff.

Brennanism

"Mom....MOM! What does proclaim mean?"

"hun?" (I'm blogging, leave me be, I think to myself)

"You know (in singsong voice) I proclaim the gospel."

I haven't heard of a primary song that says "I proclaim the gospel", but I am thinking he might be referring to "Called to Serve" (Far and wide his love proclaim...)

Potluck Theories

Tonight we attended a church potluck. The main course, delicious fried chicken from Hyvee (seriously...YUM!)...the sides and desserts were provided by church members.
Let's just say, I sure missed Baton Rouge 2nd Ward and Sis. Davis. Where it seemed that everyone in BR2 brought enough to feed an army, the folks out here brought smaller portions, and there just wasn't much variety. What was there was good, yeah, but it just didn't come close to matching the southern hospitality that poured out in the dishes we chose to bring. (there were some good desserts, esp. the strawberry pie from Village Inn)
This has gotten me to thinking...what's the difference? Bart thought maybe it was because there weren't many families in attendance, but that theory was shot down when I remembered a potluck the boys and I attended in Natchez, MS at my parents ward. There weren't many people there, probably 25 at the most, but there was enough food to fill the table and then some.
I guess it just has to do with how we Southerns view food. We like it, we generally prepare it well, and we like a LOT of it. No reason to not have everyone taking some home to the ones who had to work or were feeling sick that night. Here in Omaha, though, some of the variety, the spice, the mystery...was missing.
It sure did leave me feeling kind of home sick, missing those Sunday afternoon "Linger Longers" and Sis. Davis, telling the children to go last and bossing everyone around.


By the way, Bart thinks I shouldn't post this, saying it will hurt those who attended and brought food's feelings. That is not what I intended. I enjoyed the food I ate, I just noticed there is a difference b/w "north" and "south"...I am NOT trying to start a civil food fight over this.

Isn't it funny...

how every time I think, "Oh, I need to go water my baby peach tree!", it rains within 24 hours?

I can't wait until it is large enough to give us fruit...that is if the poor thing doesn't die of dehydration or frost bite in the winter...