Or, at least he will be a boy when he is born. Wait, what am I talking about? Oh yeah, I might have neglected to mention this, but Daisy and I are having a baby come November! He will be our first child and, as is only to be expected, we are excited, nervous, flummoxed, scared, and looking forward to having someone to share our lives with (other than the cats).
Of course our baby boy will have good company: Nate just had a boy baby and Patrick is about to so the world of bird bloggers is apparently extremely fecund and good with the XY chromosome. And I will have Mike and Charlie to turn to to see how they manage to be parents and still bird.
Daisy is, of course, studying for the bar, so between that and her being pregnant I mostly keep my head down and say “Yes, dear” frequently. But while she is preoccupied I can plot ways to sneak a good birding-related name like “John James Chung Finger” or “Resplendent Chung Finger” or “Upopa Epops Chung Finger.” So, maybe none of those is great (except for the last one) but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth trying, right? Just don’t tell Daisy because I would like to survive to see my son born! And speaking of, here’s little Upopa Epops himself:
Wish us luck (we’re going to need it) and let us know how it is we, as a species, have managed to keep raising these children for millions of years without completely screwing everything up…