Besides the fact that neighbor Mark has incredible ball throwing skills that make Mr. Darcy howl, the man is funny. So much so that he makes it one of his goals to get a snort out of me – I mean, does it get much better than that? Here follows yesterday’s conversation, and of course, his baby name suggestions:
Act I: we’re outside throwing the balls with Ruckus (his dog), Mr. Darcy and Blueberry, who’s neighbor Jennifer’s little chihuahua. I’ve just come home from a friend’s baby shower in Santa Cruz, and Mark is curious, to say the least.
Mark: “So what do women do at a baby shower anyway?”
Cara: “Well, we sit around and talk…”
“Oh, about natural births and midwives and cloth diapers – I mean, we were in Santa Cruz.”
“Oh. Then what?”
“And we a game or two, eat food-”
“Yeah right, we were in Santa Cruz – it was all vegetarian.”
“And we play a game or tow, and then open all the presents.”
“What kind of games do you play?”
“Well, today we passed around unlabeled jars of baby food, and then had to guess what ingredients were in each one. We could look at it, smell it and taste it.”
“Gross! That’s disgusting!” (Makes fake puking noises).
“The worst one – which we didn’t play today – is when you pass around melted candy bars in diapers and have to guess what kind of candy bar is in each diaper. It’s the same thing: you can look at it, smell it and taste it.”
“Now that sounds fantastic! Nuts – you know it’s Snickers. A little melted coconut – Almond Joy. This sounds like like my kind of game!”
I then proceeded to tell Mark that he HAD to come to my own baby shower in the future, to which he almost keeled over and died. Apparently the man would rather be stuck watching football with my husband – and he HATES the barbaric sport!
Act 2: After we told Mark we were having a baby, he made it his duty to come up with baby names. What names do you think we should add to the list?0