Well, after all those kind words from Mark, I thought I would take a minute to tell you all our "fairy tale" romance, or more like our "whirlwind" romance, wedding, and pregnancy. Mark and I met in April 2005, we were ssssooo happy!
We soon settled into a routine with each other,and we went out and got our chocolate lab, Jenny.
And then one day, and after only about 3 months, we heard these words. "Congratulations, you are going to have a baby!"Yep. And Oh, boy, we were in for the ride of our lives. After a horrible, and what seemed like a very long pregnancy, complete with lots of puking, cravings, and 4 pre-term labor trips, and 2 false labor trips to the hospital, that part of our journey came to an end. On a sunny day in February, Evan was born at 2:16 PM weighing in a 7lbs 2oz. He was perfect. (still is!) But we had no idea. And that brings me to how he obtained the name, Mr. Fussypants. Evan was a saint in the hospital, a champ eater, sleeper, and not a cry baby. That was, until he got home. Evan had colic and we saw this face for about 3-4 months, day in and day out.
NO eating, no sleeping, and that was for EVERYONE! Needless to say, we needed something to help us keep our sanity. That is when we thought of calling him "Mr. Fussypants" it was something cute to say, to keep us from getting upset and frustrated with our extremely cranky baby. And it worked. We made songs up, and to this day, when he is crabby, (and he gets that way, he takes after Daddy!) we still refer to him as Mr. Fussypants.
