No Cuts, No Buts, No Coconuts!

I took Bubba to the fair Saturday evening and while in line to ride "The Bump Cars" (Bubba's reference to the crash-up-derby ride which I thought should be called Shatter Dad's Kneecaps) found myself getting further and further from the entrance to the ride. After the third parent with three kids in tow apparently related to the mother with two kids in front of me cut in line I decided I wasn't going to take the injustice to Bubba and politely tapped the teenage girl with toddler in front of me (hoping it was a brother or cousin) an said,

"If you would like to ride this ride you can wait like everyone else. My son and I have been waiting patiently here and you can do the same at the end of the line. If you have a problem with this we can call over the fair authorities whom I'm sure will tell you that cutting in line is not good fair etiquette. Your other option is for me to create a huge scene about how you are rude and inconsiderate of other people's children and should be publicly ridiculed for teaching all the children in this line that it is acceptable to NOT wait your turn!"

When I finished my lecture all the agreeing parents hollered, "Yeah" and shot me looks that said, "Thank You!" and "Way to tell 'em!"

That is exactly how it went in my head...

Outside of my head I just gave the teenage girl a typical disapproving dad look (the if-I-was-your-dad-I'd-be-making-you-apologize-for-that), to which she nervously turned forward and stopped the little boy she was with from kicking dirt on my shoes.

If the in-my-head tirade had been out of head I was pretty confident I was going to find myself fending off 80% of the fair goers since they all seemed to be related and there with each other. Every freakin' line we waited in kept getting longer from the front! Each time the ride operator would start letting a new group on the ride a crowd of parents and kids would join one of the parents in front of me shoving their kids through the gate inevitably filling the entire ride making Bubba and I wait another round before getting on.

After multiple "whys" from Bubba on why it was taking so long I finally whispered in his ear, "Because people keep cutting in line which we do not do." I later regretted this because in one of the lines while I wasn't paying attention I think Bubba said something about line etiquette to one of the other daddies that was conveniently tattooed up with his "805" gang affiliations and seemed to have his entire posse with him in line. He laughed then looked up at me not laughing, to which I responded with a sheepish grin and shrugged my shoulders in a effort to say, "What-can-you-do-please-don't-stab-me."

If the line-cutting wasn't bad enough at least one mother (note never a father) in every line had a 60 second debate with the ride operator on one of two issues (60 seconds is a very long time by the way when you are going to make it on this ride but at any moment 15 relatives may show up and get on meaning you don't). She was either in disbelief that her 14 month old was not able to ride by himself (though there were dozens of posters and measuring signs clearing displaying you had to be at least 32" tall to ride) or she was irate that her child that was 32" tall could not ride alone and she had to buy a ticket for herself to ride with him (which was also posted clearly at every ride).

What I realized after about the third let-my-kid-on or I-don't-have-a-ticket debate was each mom knew the rules. I again had an in-my-head-tirade similar to the one above. During one very eloquent speech Bubba asked me, "Dada, you talkin' to yourself?". To which I responded "Yes" because I was apparently silently mouthing my tirade while staring at the mother hoping she would somehow hear my disdain through some sort of supernatural-pissed-off-dad-mind-meld. No dice though.

The ironic part of this experience was on about half the rides the ride operator stopped me on the way out to award me with a VIP ticket for a free ride. I think it was because I made Bubba say "Thank You" after each ride, but I also think it may be because I accidentally mind-melded with them instead of the aimed at mom so to make up for my suffering gave me a free ride in order that I could suffer the entire ordeal over again...

I had so many tickets left over I was able to award three girls with 9 ride tickets to which they very politely said, "Thank You". As I walked away I heard their squeals of joy as they told their friends they just got a bunch of free tickets, which made the night out with Bubba ever better.

They Call Me "The Baby Whisperer"

Wanna win the cry war? Either call me because I'm a freakin' pro at this or watch this 7 minute video (do not call me by the way...my baby soothing schedule is all full up). All I can say is thank you Dr. Karp for making The Happiest Baby on the Block.Dads this is especially for you because I think this is easier for us as we have longer forearms and bigger hands. Sorry if you are of the vertically challenged or just have freakishly short arms and stubby fingers because you're probably screwed here and on the basketball court...bummer.

After mastering this technique with Sweet Pea I now wonder why in name of sleep deprivation did I not watch this video when Bubba was born? I promise if you do this right you will get more sleep and you will be a stud-man-awesome-husband-gentle-father all at the same time in the eyes of your wife. And that combo is a rarity.

If you are thinking I already know "the 5 S's" so I don't have to watch this, do it anyway. I knew them before with Bubba but I was doing it wrong. Swinging is not really swinging, but rather jiggling..."the 5 =S's" just sounds better than "the 4 S's and 1 J".

As a word of caution here do not "shake" your baby. Shaking babies is bad.

Martini + Shaken = Good
Baby + Shaken = Someone should punch you in the nuts

Now go out and make some happy babies. After all, happy babies means happy mommies and happy mommies means you might actually get some in another 3 to 4 weeks...

Conversations Only of the Parental Type

We had bigs plans for the Santa Barbara Fair today. We left the house approximately one hour after our rendezvous time with friends at the fair. From the outside of Dora (our Explorer's name. Dora the Ford...get it? What? You don't name your cars?) it appeared as though we were going to run a marathon while pushing three kids.

toddler bag - check
diaper bag - check
single jogger - check
double jogger - check
kiddopotamus - check
Baby Bjorn (in case Sweet Pea didn't like the jogger): check
The Ultimate Wrap (in case Sweet Pea didn't like jogger or Baby Bjorn) - check
three Nalgene bottles - check
Bubba - check
Sweet Pea - check

It really does take longer to get out of the house with two kids...

On the way to the fair we were listening to VeggieTales Sing-Alongs: O Veggie, Where Art Thou. Bubba's favorite song is Old Time Religion. MyLove's is Amazing Grace, and when it came on she turned the volume way up so she could hear the end solo part. And then we had this conversation...
MyLove: Isn't that solo part at the end by the asparagus great!
Me: I don't think that's the asparagus. It's Grandpa Bob.
MyLove: No way, it's the asparagus. Listen closer.
Me: (listening)
MyLove: It's the asparagus. (she at this point sings the part like and with said asparagus having very pronounced arm motions like she is the lead in a Broadway show)
Me: Yeah..maybe it is.

In my head I'm thinking this has to be the most ridiculous debate that has ever taken place on the face of God's Green Earth.

Please tell me that you have these conversations, too.

Poo and Christian Music

In no way am I running out of This and Thats, but I just read a great one on Ross King's blog here.

"Public Announcement" - Go Download It NOW!

My Lover and I love our Church. We feel supremely blessed that we have the most amazing worship leader of any Church I/we have been to. I have been in too many congregations where no one was singing but the band on stage, and I think, "How is this worshiping together?"

I think it is rare to find a worship leader that is a professional performer and also "leads worship" versus performs. As a worship leader and performer Dominic Balli is a gifted musician and has just released his first full length album - Public Announcement.

Dominic is a daddy to daughter Selah and son Solomon (awesome names). But before Solomon was born Emily (Dominic's wife) miscarried twins. I can't imagine the pain associated with a loss like this, but Dominic shows a glimpse of his feelings on the track Babies - one of my favorite songs.

If you are looking for some unique Christian music with really great lyrics go download Public Announcement. You can also download it on iTunes.Here is a snipit of a review of Public Announcement and Babies. Read the full review here.

"Lastly, is an emotional song written about Dominic and Emily's recent miscarriage. These are touching lyrics that are sure to resonate with anyone who has ever lost a loved one. And just when you think the album is done there is a ghost track that is well worth the wait!

I am going to be totally honest with you. I have two of the most critical ears of anyone that I know in the industry. I rarely endure the first song (in its entirety) on any album that is sent to me. It is even harder for me to listen down an album from beginning to the end without pressing that magical ">>" button whenever I hear something that makes me cringe. This may have been the first album that I didn't skip forward on since Bob Marley's "Exodus." This CD is incredible! Since I received it I have listened to it over and over again at work, at home and in the car.

I am convinced that this album has the greatest crossover potential of any album sold on GospelReggae.com. Dominic is an incredible worship leader at his home church (Reality Carpenteria) and an awesome husband and father with a burning passion for his Lord. Having known him for the last few years I am confident that when he does crossover, (and he will) he will take the CROSS-over with him."

Poopie Brownies!

My Lover's funny mother sent me this parenting story today. I'm sure it's been around a while, but it is worth sharing.

When a simple ,'No' just doesn't suffice here is a wonderful reply for all of the children in our lives.

BROWNIE RECIPE
A father of some teenage children had the family rule that they could not attend PG-13, R or X rated movies. His three teens wanted to see a particular popular movie that was playing at local theaters. It was rated PG-13.

The teens interviewed friends and even some members of their family's church to find out what was offensive in the movie. The teens made a list of pros and cons about the movie to use to convince their dad that they should be allowed to see it.

The cons were:

• It contained ONLY 3 swear words!
• The ONLY violence was a building exploding (and you see that on TV all the time they said),
• You actually did not 'see' the couple in the movie having sex, it was just implied sex, off camera.

The pros were:

• It was a popular movie, (a blockbuster).
• Everyone was seeing it.
• If the teens saw the movie then they would not feel left out when their friends discussed it.
• The movie contained a good story and plot.
• It had some great adventure and suspense in it.
• There were some fantastic special effects in this movie.
• The movie's stars were some of the most talented actors in Hollywood.
• It probably would be nominated for several awards.
• Many members of their Christian church, including the pastor, had even seen the movie and said it wasn't really 'that bad'.

Therefore, since there were more pros than cons the teens asked their father to reconsider his position on just this ONE movie and let them have permission to go see it.

The father looked at the list and thought for a few minutes. He said he could tell his children had spent some time and thought on this request. He asked if he could have a day to think about it before making his decision.

The teens were thrilled, thinking, 'Now we've got him! Our argument is too good! Dad can't turn us down!' So, they happily agreed to let him have a day to think about their request.

The next evening the Father called his three teenagers, who were smiling smugly, into the living room. There on the coffee table he had a plate of brownies. The teens were puzzled. The father told his children he had thought about their request and had decided that if they would eat the brownies, then he would let them go to the movie. But, he explained, just like the movie, the brownies had pros and cons.

The pros were :

• They were made with the finest chocolate and other good ingredients.
• They had the added special effect of yummy walnuts in them.
• The brownies were moist and fresh with wonderful chocolate frosting on top.
• He had made these fantastic brownies using an award-winning recipe.
• And best of all, the brownies had been made lovingly by the hand of their own father.

The brownies only had one con :

• He had included a little bit of a special ingredient: The brownies contained just a small amount of dog poop.

But he had mixed the dough well and they probably would not even be able to taste the dog poop and he had baked it at 350 degrees so hopefully any bacteria or germs from the dog poop had probably been destroyed. Therefore, if any of his children could stand to eat the brownies which included just a 'little bit of crap' and not be affected by it, then he knew they would also be able to see the movie with 'just a little bit of smut' and not be affected.

Of course, none of the teens would eat the brownies and the smug smiles had left their faces. Now when his teenagers ask permission to do something he KNOWS THEY SHOULDN'T BE DOING the father just asks, 'Would you like me to whip up a batch of my special brownies?

Hey Guys Look At Me!

Do you ever wonder what goes on inside the head of a three year old? I constantly wonder.

How does a 3 year brain work that it would know putting an oven mitt on one foot and dad's shoe on the other would be funny? And then to top it off with a red foam bat for good measure. He knew it was funny because he walked outside and said, "Hey guys, look at me!"

How do they know?!

Walt Disney and Dead Cats

As dinner wound down a couple nights ago Bubba and I were sitting at the table together talking about life. My Lover was changing Sweet Pea's diaper in the other room so it was man-to-man talk. We talked about cars, airplanes, going to the zoo, and other things that happened to Bubba that day. The conversation then took an odd turn.

Bubba: Dada, I'm gonna kill the cat and put it in a box.
Me: WHAT!? (attempting not not laugh)
Bubba: I'm gonna kill the cat and put it in a box.
Me: Your going to kill Bowen? (our cat's name is Bowen)
Bubba: Yes.
Me: Why?
Bubba: Because I like to.

At this point I was thinking maybe I need to show a little more affection toward Bowen. I'm not a huge cat fan (he was part of the package when My Lover and I got married), and have probably said a few times with gritted teeth when he does stuff I don't like, "I'm gonna kill that cat." I thought maybe I had turned our loving 3 year old into an estranged cat killer. But I was hoping something else was maybe happening here...

As a side note "Because I like to." has become a very common answer when asking Brody why he did something wrong and he is not sure how to respond.

Me: But why would you kill Bowen?
Brody: Dada! (with arms out streched a palms up) Like the guy on Scamp.
Me: You mean like the dog catcher does with Scamp?
Brody: Yes.
Me: Bubba, do you mean you are going to catch the cat and put it in the pound like the dog catcher does with Scamp.
Brody: Yeah dadda, like that.

So there you have it. Walt Disney made my toddler want to kill our cat and put him in a box.

Lady and the Tramp II is a really cute
movie and great for toddler ages.

Scamp (aka Whirlwind) = Bubba

Farts and Frogs

Everybody always has their word for flatulence: pass gas, fart, fluff, toot, break wind, body burp, break a cookie, step on a duck, cut the cheese, the lonely cry of an imprisoned turd. So the challenge is what to call it around your toddler so that when he (or she I suppose) says it around the non-familial type nobody takes major offense. If he says (or does) something the worst you want is surprised and the best reaction is when it's kinda cute. I wonder what the age is when farting in public is no longer cute and becomes rude? Anyone know of a study done on this subject? I'd be interested in the results... For the record, for boys it is always funny...always. And that goes for boys of any age. Farting to boys is funny, period!

Around this house we refer to them as "toots". It seems to be the most harmless and toot is kind of a cute word. It makes you think of the sound a toy train or something. For the record a lot of tooting goes on at our house, mostly to the credit of me and Brody. Now before you get all grossed out or affronted at a affluence flatulence, go read The Gas We Pass. Then read Everybody Poops. When you are completely educated on the subject you can look at it from an objective scientific point of view...like me. Besides if you teach them to just hold it in and be embarrassed by it that leads to all sorts insecurities...I'm sure there are studies.

Sometimes when I'm with Bubba he'll say, "Dada you tooted." A few times I've said, "No, but I think I may have just sat on a frog!" He laughs which makes me laugh and we both think farting is funny...see previous point. Well the other day Bubba and I were playing in his room and he let loose a pretty good growler. Totally straight faced he looks at me and says, "Kevin, I think I have a frog in my butt." Seriously...first name and all! I need to have a video recorder on this kid 24/7 because I know that very soon those tiny communication misses will be gone. 3 is such a wonderful age!

we love craigslist.com

Of all the kids toys we have I think only about 70% of it we bought new. 30% of it we bought on Craigslist. Chrystal also frequents garage sales, but to me that is a whip.

We love Craigslist. Whether it be for strollers, toys, cribs, dressers, baby backpacks or computers we love it. In the last 12 months we've probably bought $6000 or $7000 of stuff off of Craigslist, and saved at least $2000 in doing so. We bought Brody's crib (a Pali Paula that retailed for $700 at the time) for $200 and then recently sold it for $185 three years later. We bought Mianna's crib (a Pali that retails for $500) for $100 a few months ago. We bought it from a grandma that used it less than 15 times for her visiting grandchildren. We also bought her dresser from the grandaughter - a hand made dresser changing table combo for $40.

If you need something, try Craigslist first. It's better than ebay because you can see exactly what you are getting before you buy. And it's a great place to sell stuff, too.

Baseball and Bad Guys

Bubba recently turned 3 and has been a bit more interested in "playing". He now regularly asks me, "Dada, you want to play with me?" My answer to this question is always "Yes", but as I work from home I often have to tell him we'll play after nap or a little later. This afternoon I asked him if he wanted to play catch in the front yard. I think 3 is a pretty good age to learn to catch a baseball (I think that's probably when my dad started with me). Here was our conversation.

Me: Bubba you want to play catch?
Bubba: Sure! (I love when he answers this way)
Me: Okay, you go get your glove and I'll go get mine.
Bubba: No dada, you come get mine with me.
Me: Okay.

We go to his room to get his glove and start walking down the stairs.

Bubba: Dada, you be the bad guy?
Me: Be the what?
Bubba: You be the bad guy?
Me: Bubba, there are no bad guys in baseball.
Bubba: Dada, you be the bad guy and I'll be the little guy.
Me: Okay?

We go outside to play catch. To my surprise and delight Bubba put his glove on the right hand (which is his right hand) and then proceeds to throw me the ball. He looks right at me with his "serious face" and says, "Dada, I'm the bad guy." He takes an over exaggerated wind up with a high pitcher's leg kick and throws (at 3 and approximately 3 feet this is always fun to watch). However, the ball nor his hand ever leaves the glove. His glove and throw hand stays with his follow-threw and he sort of just plops his glove and ball on the ground. Then with a sort of slow motion 360 twist around he pretends to fall down from dizziness and lays down on the sidewalk. He then looks up at me with a dirt smudge now on his cheek from the ground and says, "I was the bad guy."

And then it hit me. It was his over exaggerated throw that gave him away...

He was mimicking Lefty, the less than honest pitcher for the Chicago Cub's that steals Darlin, Babe Ruth's bat in order to win the World Series in the must see animated movie "Everyone's Hero". Lefty is the "bad guy" and Yankee Irving, the young hero that takes on a quest to steal Darlin back is the "little guy". Seriously this kid amazes me. He sucks up information and remembers things that just blow my mind.

Apparently there are bad guys in baseball...who knew?

Lefty (aka Bad Guy)

Yankee (aka "Little Guy")

Great Days of Our Lives

There are many beautiful places to live in this world. I've had the pleasure of living in at least two (here and here). I've visited some beautiful places for vacation. But I think you would be hard pressed to live (or visit) a more beautiful or wonderful place than Santa Barbara.

Bubba and I needed some quality Dada-Bubba time since I was at the hospital with My Lover for almost four days for Sweet Pea's entrance. So yesterday Brody and I went to the tide pools in Carpinteria with Erin (Brody's girlfriend) and her dad Jono to enjoy the wondrous 80 degree weather. Bubba and Erin got to hold starfish and sea snails, touch sea anemones, swim in little pools of warm water, and experience rubbing off tar with smooth rocks provided by the ocean. I thought this huge starfish was the coolest!

Bubba and Erin wading in the pools holding a HUGE starfish. Bubba wouldn't touch hold it,
but Erin is very adventurous and will touch just about anything!

Erin really was having the best time! My Lover and I are pretty sure Erin will be a model...
and probably a pretty good athlete based on her genetics.

I tried to get Bubba to hold this sea anemone (it was dead) but politely said, "No thank you."
Erin however was all to anxious to try holding it.

Note that we were not at an amusement park. We did not pay money to see some staged environment mimicking nature. We did not travel to a remote location to experience the wonders of God's creation. We drove down the street, walked down the beach, and WHAM! were in the middle of a three year old's dream world. We had so much fun together (aside from the tar) and built for me what will be life long memories of Bubba's first second (My Lover corrected me on this) experience to the tide pools.

After we got home we got to enjoy a wonderful veggie lasagna dinner provided by one of our Bible study members (thanks Anna!) on our patio. Grandmama and Georgina convinced me to bust out the fire pit and have a marshmallow roast on Grandmama's last day with us.

Bubba loved to burn the marshmallow and then try and blow it out. After lighting this
specific marshmallow and it getting slightly out of control he dropped the roasting
stick and ran into the yard. Too funny!

Bubba thought the melted marshmallow was pretty good on his fingers.

Bubba turning 3 has had its challenges, but man do I love his little boy antics. He had the best time blowing out on-fire marshmallows and just being with all of us. Oh, and it was like 65 degrees with a wonderful starry sky.

Yesterday was one of the great days of my life. That was two great days in one week so I'm feeling pretty blessed.

After you read this post go out and make some great days of your own with your kids.

Ending the Name Game

With the pressure mounting we have finally decided on a name! If you don't decide before you leave the hospital they told me you will get buried in the paperwork that normally the hospital fills out. After today I can attest that playing the name game is not as enjoyable after the birth. The pressure really builds and you start to make spreadsheets that cross-correlate first and middle names to come up with the perfect name. You write each name out and compare how they look and sound. And then you try to come up with all the reasons that it isn't a good name. It really is horribly stressful. And we had a name by the way. We had a name that we liked and that Chrystal had picked out like 20 years ago. But when we met baby sister the name just did not seem to fit. We still really like that name, but we know now her name fits her. And it's important for a name to fit. After all people change their names if they don't fit when they become adults...I wonder how their parents feel about that?

The process was also funny as we got the whole of friends and family providing recommendations. Here is our list of unsolicited suggestions. ;-)

Serious Suggestions
Eden
Ava
Aria
Jo
Abigail
Kaitlyn
Brenda
Beatrice
Lindsay
Lisa
Cassandra
Sister
Pauline
Champagne
Cinderella

Maybe? Serious Suggestions
Sweet Pea
Olive Oyl
Wimpy
Jonne Beach (from uncle Jonathon Beach Mathis)
Dorkus (Biblical apparently)
Boo (like on Monsters, Inc.)
Scratches (Brody's personal favorite)

The "Rhyming Names"
Marmaderm Sturm (my favorite submitted by Papa Joe)
Burn Sturm
Sharlum Sturm
Rowandurm Sturm

Can y'all tell I'm stalling...oh the anticipation!

Introducing (drum roll please)....

Mianna Leta Marie Sturm

Mianna - (me-ah-naa) We really felt like she looked like a Mia and fell in love with Mianna. There are a few meanings here. We really wanted to have her name incorporate Great Grandma's name Anna Maria. Mia is short for Maria so we switched them and created Mianna. In my previous post I asked "What's in a name?" and we liked the meanings of this name. Mia being short for Maria is a Hebrew name meaning "Wished for Child" and Anna is a Hebrew name meaning "Grace of God". We love that Mianna is our Wished for Child provided by the Grace of God.

Leta - (lee-taa) Leta Rue was Chrystal's other grandma. She was a wonderful woman. Leta is a Latin name meaning "Glad".

Marie - (ma-rie) Marie is Chrystal's middle name and is also a derivative of Maria. Again a Hebrew name meaning "Wished for Child"

Thank you all for your well wishes, kind comments, and funny responses. We feel very well loved.

What's In a Name...

My life is better today than it was yesterday...It was dark when we got up yesterday morning at O-dark-30. After going through the normal morning routine (shower, teeth brush, etc.) Chrystal and I headed to the hospital for a 6:45 am appointment in the labor and delivery ward. Our arrival was somewhat uneventful as the nurse noted we were "right on time".

We got to hang out and watch a slide show of Brody (which created some water works) and have an overall relaxing wait. We had to make Chrystal's "birthing goals", which may have been a bit lofty but you gotta aim high.
I went down and got some breakfast and a cup of coffee at about 8:20. By the way, hospital food is crazy cheap so we are going to come here more often for date night!

At about 9:15 AM Chrystal went into the OR. I have to say being present while your wife has what really is a pretty major surgery (though routine) while she is awake is a surreal experience. From TV shows you kinda think the OR is a serious place with calm music and quiet concentration. But there were 9 people in the room I think, not including the parents (us). The anesthesiologist, Dr. Mac was on his cell phone with another doctor. (Chrystal openly announced to me and her mom Dr. Mac was gorgeous. We found out the nurses call him Dr. Macaroon. Hilarious! She also crushed her past anesthesiologist from when Brody was born. Apparently to be an anesthesiologist at Cottage Hospital a pre-req is to make all the dads feel inferior.) The two doctors performing the surgery were casually talking about their kids having the flu. Two nurses were looking at charts, while another two nurses were engrossed in some conversation I could not hear. And a doctor in training was just observing the surgery. I kinda wanted to clap twice and yell, "Pay attention people, this is serious stuff!" But they seemed to know what they were doing so I saved my tirade for another day. And I didn't want anyone to accidentally drop an organ or something...

At 9:51 AM "baby sister" was pulled out of a 6 inch incision on mama's tummy with an amount of force that really catches you off guard. One doctor reached in through the incision while another pulled and pushed on her belly. They both then prepped the room with "Ready!?" and all the room went silent with a "This is now serious!" look. The doctor then grabbed Baby Sister and yanked her out, again with an amount of force which I was sure would make Chrystal slide right off the table on the floor with a "thump". But they really do seem to know what they are doing and Chrystal was apparently strapped down pretty tight.

The process is amazing really. If you have experienced the whole pregnancy and birth process but don't believe in God then I don't get you...it is the most amazing miracle of creation. But today and for the rest of my days my life is better because I got to be a daddy again. Baby Sister is the most beautiful baby girl. She is precious and sweet and so soft you want to dip her in honey and eat her (parents will get that statement, parentless will think me oddly cannibalistic). But God blessed us with a wonderful health baby girl, which is all we could ask for. Here are her stats...(yes I know they spelled our name wrong...and that is pretty normal actually)But at this point we are 24 hours into it and still do not have peace about this little sweet pea's name. I know what you're thinking, you've had 10 months to figure this out...and you're right. But she will have to live with a name her entire life, so it needs to be good and it needs to fit. We'll know soon, but either way it is my pleasure to introduce you to "Baby Sister" Sturm. I know...you don't even have to say it...she's gorgeous!