Spraypaint
 

That is so inefficient. The DMV thing was an "e.g." And you, unlike people who don't post on frivolous boards, are not exempt.

On a side note, while I am not really fat, my feet have gotten all fucked up I think from some shoes I wore. They are swollen on the top between my toes and my ankles. So I guess vietmom could call me "fat feet."

Aren't swollen feet a sign of pregnancy? Me, with child? Oh the humanity! Plus, it seems unfair that a holy immaculate conception have all the downsides of a regular pregnancy.

Spraypaint
 

Oh, sweetie, why don't you sign-post your bitchy mean fuck-with-your-kid responses so that we don't have to read your mind and get all upset for no reason when it turns out that you didn't mean MY kid.

Thank goodness Friday is almost over

Spraypaint
 

Fat feet.

Anyhow, I've got "cankles" so bad I'm ashamed to even go to the FB.

So what's up with acting all attacked by my post? Just some hyperbole (albeit bad). I thought throwing in the "missy!" would clarify my post was not really serious. And chill with the foreign-born kid thing I "injected" into the argument. It just sounded more ironic the idea of someone importing large amounts of children faster than one could actually birth them, doubling the amount of supermarket screaming (possibly in several languages) around the already frustrated ltl/fb who, ironically, is paying for the increasing brood and screaming with her tax dollars. Okay so whatever, maybe it wasn't funny.

I'm proof that non-preggos can experience the joyful downsides of "regular pregnancy". Adopted my kiddo yet a year later I've got a poochy belly, stretch marks, zero sex drive, a carb addiction and wider hips. I've actually seen Dads get these downsides after becoming parents too, except of course for the zero sex drive part.

I like that you post here without kids. Just to be goofy though, one of y'all who is also on the FB should declare a "Parent's Day" on the FB and we can torture all the hipsters with our bourgeois concerns.

Switching Topics...,
 

OK, skip Isabella. Call her "Fringie".

Switching Topics...,
 

Interesting. Viet Babe was born in Hoa Binh. Vietnamese names can be rough. A friend's boy is "Phuc", unfortunately pronounced as you'd suspect.

For Oscar looking for different names that aren't loony:

Well, how about Linh which sounds American but is Vietnamese? Here are some favorite names of mine:

Gioia (pronounced "Joyuh" with a hard "J", not spanish sounding like Hoya). My favorite name!

Bridget (very Irish)

Mai (pronounced "My")

Mei (pronounced May)

Abrianna (Hebrew)

Aviana (Native American)

Bronwyn (Welsh)

Esta or Sofia (Italian)

Have fun!

Spraypaint
 

Hm. I was thinking that the foreign-born kids would have learned English like good little americans. If they scream in foreign languages, they are out toot sweet.

HOA
 

Re Hoa - the first thing I though of was "Homeowners' Association." Can you tell I do real estate?

Re - pregnancy aftermath. Even though I think I'm about down to what I was BC (before child), I have come to the conclusion that I'm just not going to have the same shape back ever again. At least it was worth it.

During pregnancy my feet swelled so bad I couldn't wear shoes - even those I had bought two sizes bigger. It was horrible and painful as well as oh-so-unattractive. Turns out I was retaining like 30lbs of water. Ewww.

Spraypaint
 

F., you are devious. Way to break up the parent unified F'you that you had confronted.
i agree a child crying in Farsi should be carried out of the restaurant- carried by the towel atticus. a child crying in spanish thrown back across the river, etc..

Switching Topics...,
 

Alanna
Arianna
Audrey
Cara or Carina
Ella (although with the recent movie, this may become commonplace)
Hayley
Katrina or Katarina
Mielle
Noemi
Serena
Tatiana
Tristan
Valarie


Let us know what you decide to name her! Congratulations!

Boudicca
 

Just to advocate for my favorite name on the list here, Boudicca led a rebellion of a tribe of Britons against Rome back in the first century, and was likely a quasi-religious tribal leader in a tribe where women played a much greater role than men. By legend, she was very tall with shockingly red hair. Pretty cool name-sake, if you ask me.

Baby names
 

OscarCrease, PM me if you want some serious advice. I actually do name-consulting as seriously as people will let me. If you give me a little more information, I'll be able to come up with a list of quirky-but-not-weird and different-but-not-huh?-inspiring names.

tm

Boudicca
 

if its a boy, rufus leeking is nice.

The Processional
 

A week or so ago, the oldest Gaplet graduated.

(From preschool).

When I heard about the graduation ceremony, I idly wondered about how seriously people take this -- it's preschool, for God's sake -- and whether I should make a special effort to get away from work in time to attend. The glint in the SO's piercing stare suggested that I make the time just to be safe, and so I did.

Before the ceremony, a friend explained to me that there'll be singing, dancing, and then the processional to receive "Diplomas," during which the audience will see a slide show of the child, coupled with a voice-over about how "Timmy loves trucks, and does a great show and tell!" I would think that this event was the silliest thing created, until it's my child's turn, at which point I'll get all misty.

He was right, damn him.

Afterwards, the friend mentioned to me that this was pretty much the peak of graduation ceremonies. Future ceremonies -- for sixth grade, or HS, or college, etc -- simply don't compare in terms of personal attention. Somehow, "All BSEE grads please stand" lacks the same emotional punch. Had I known that, I'd have ditched the Sony Camcorder and just hired the professional film team this time 'round.

So, preschooler moms and dads, be forewarned. And bilmore, please confirm how this kid of ceremony compares to seeing your kid get his doctorate. Or, emerge from Thistledew Camp, either one.

Gattigap

The Processional
 

I could have told you this from when I was a child. We made our own mortarboards out of construction paper for the ceremony. Probably still have mine in my closet at home. I think I'm still paying on the nursery school loans, too.

The Processional
 

'pends on the degree. At my undergraduate school, the degrees were conferred en masse by school and then by level of degree --- so there were buttloads of people standing when it came time to confer the BAs from the School of Arts and Sciences, as you say. When they did the LS, they had all the newly minted JDs stand up to polite applause, and then the handful of LL.M.s (same response), and then its one S.J.D. recipient --- a guy who'd been in law school for like a bagillion years. When he stood up, the entire law school erupted in cheers and Arsenio hoot-hoot-hooting (this was the early '90s, mind you). Because all the JDs were cheering, the rest of us figured this guy must have been some kind of legal stud-boy, and began cheering also, almost a standing O. Probably the best day that guy had ever had the entire decade. He might have even gotten laid that night for the first time ever.

Of course, if I had realized then exactly how much of a wank-off an S.J.D. is, or even how little one can trust a newly-minted JD's choice of idols, I would have cheered somewhat less for him.