Daddy, Mommy, and Baby

As I've interacted with the baby delivery industry--mainly nurses doing exams, explaining breast feeding technique, etc -- I've noticed that they refer to me, Theresa, and our heretofore unnamed offspring as "Daddy", "Mommy", and "Baby".  Not "the father", "the baby's dad", "Ed", "you with the big belly".  I assume that there's a convenience in not having to know people's names.  You can just assume that the doting fellow is the father.

I confess that it's kind of endearing to be reminded that, well, I'm going to be a father.  There's also an implicit but assured undercurrent of approval.

Another interesting side-effect is that this is an introduction to referring to your spouse as "Mommy" or "Daddy".  A co-worker pointed that out to me.  I wonder when T and I will adopt that.  I suppose once our baby knows the word.  What an interesting transition to make.  To call your wife, "Mommy", is to consider her a mother.  More than just a wife.

Ah, how we grow!

Naming One's House

Theresa and I were driving work today and she remarked that she thought it pretentious to name one's house.  I tossed this over and came to a different conclusion.  We name things that we hold dear...our children, our dogs, our gun ("Widow Maker", "Excalibur").  I've named my car "Vic" (admittedly, short for Civic).  A co-worker remarked that postal addresses would have this extra bit of redundant information.  But I responded that we call each other by name, not social security number.  Addresses are so sterile.  Why not give ourselves the right to elevate our home to its rightfully treasured state?  My co-worker said he'd name his place "Shithole".