Background

I'm 31 years old and have two kids. Julie Marie (aka Boogins) who is 13 mo old and Annabelle Brisbane (aka Duckins) who is 2 mo old. I never planned on having the two so close together. Julie was born two months early, weighing in at 2 lb, 6 oz. So the idea of getting pregnant again was FAR FAR FAR from my mind. But then, when she was only 3 months old, I found out that I was pregnant with Annabelle. I called my OB's office crying, not knowing how we could possibly handle another baby. My OB (God love her) laughed hysterically as she confirmed the pregnancy. And now that Annabelle is here, my OB asks when we'll have the third (hoping for a boy). Ummm...not for a LONG LONG time if ever. We don't necessarily care to have a boy. I'd hoped that Annabelle was a boy when I found out I was pregnant, and in fact because the pregnancies were so very different I swore that she must have been. But, when we found out she was a girl that was rather a relief, as we had tons of girl stuff! No need to buy a whole new set of baby necessities in blue (as much of the stuff we currently had was pink...not necessarily on our own doing). Anyway. Sometime during Julie's hospital stay in the Special Care Nursery (she spent 5 weeks there just getting bigger) my husband went to pick her up and said "Come here you little Boogins" and it stuck. She's been Boogins ever since. Then when we found out I was pregnant with Annabelle we were thinking "what can we call this one?" and we happened to be watching NCIS and I said "Duckins" after Dr. "Ducky" Mallard. And now that Annabelle is here, we've found it to be quiet suiting, as she honks like a duck in her sleep. Turns out that might be related to a food allergy, but nonetheless, we will continue to call her Duckins. Or Annabelle. The whole thing...not shortened at all.

So, that's the basic background information. Now I must run after Boogins and feed Duckins. There shall be more hilarity in posts to follow I'm sure.