My husband and I had been married for three years when we decided to start our family. However, it wasn't as easy as we thought it would be. After three years of "trying", by that point, having sex had become a chore, like emptying out the dishwasher (pretty sad, huh?) and a miscarriage (followed by an emergency D&C), we were blessed to have a healthy baby girl. Elena Leigh Maria. Elena is my middle name, Leigh is Grandma Karen's and Auntie Laura's middle name and Maria is Tita Socorro's first name. But Ellie is what we call her and that is her own.
Two years and two months later, we were equally blessed with a healthy baby boy. Christopher Revie Ned. Christopher after Daddy, Revie Ned after Great Grandpa Ned Revie. But because of too many Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin stories to big sister, she decided his name was to be Pooh. And that is what he is lovingly called by many, Pooh. Ask him what his name is and he'll happily say, "I Pooh Bear"
I wish I would have started this when Ellie was just a baby because we have a lot of funny, beautiful and touching memories of her (and of Pooh), I may have flashbacks and write them down from time to time.
One of those memories being how I came up with the title for this blog. When Ellie was just starting to "talk", she just adored her bottle (ba-toe) and would often caress the nipple as in a trance and repeat "Lodi, Lodi, Lodi", so Chris started calling her Lodi Doo, as a fun little (one of many) pet name that was shared between the three of us. One night, as we were cuddling our precious little "Lodi Doo", we were discussing about adding on to our party of three. Imagining a bigger party of our offspring, how we'd say, "C'mon, Lodi Doo", where then the second child would eagerly add, "Me Too!" I always wanted more than two children, I come from a family with three kids. And in the back of my mind and heart, I could faintly hear a little voice whispering, "What About Me?"
We eagerly await the arrival of our third in March 2012.
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