My great-nephew actually, son of my nephew and godson Martin and his Angela. His name is Martin John Junior, but I nicknamed him Bo.
And here he is!
I nicknamed him Bo because….
Okay, sit back, get comfortable. When they said he’d be a Junior, I said we’ve done that already. Then you have Little Marty, Big Marty, then he won’t want to be Martin some day because he’s too old for that, so and so forth. Since many people in my family have a nickname, I said maybe he’ll be born with some feature that will cause him to have a nickname. Like, if he had big lips, we could call him Jagger. If he had big ears, we could call him Dumbo or Bo for short. Then when he’s grown and his friends asked him how he got his name, he’d have an amusing anecdote.
Then I said, “I like that name Bo!” And so he was. In the family anyway.
Bo and his whole family: Big brother Miles, daddy Martin, and mommy Angela
I can’t get over how well Angela is doing! Up all night after 16 hours of labor, and she’s sitting up, dressed, happily talking with everyone!
Father and son:
Look at him!
Bo, Daddy, and Mommy:
I’m already his favorite aunt; you can just tell. I sing him the best lullaby ever, although he’s pretty mellow and only fussed 1 time. I brought a camera with a fully charged battery.
And I gave him that great nickname.
Okay, he may not have a favorite, but we’re tight, Bo and me.
When he goes home tomorrow night, he’ll be wrapped in the afghan my mom made for Martin when he was going home from the hospital. So her first great-grandchild that she wasn’t here to see, born in the hospital where we had to say goodbye to her, will still carry her close to his heart.
Welcome to the family, Bo. We’re so glad you’re here.