Tonight at church someone was admiring Baby Bro and asked me his name.
Without thinking, I said, "H."
About 10 seconds latter, I started laughing as it dawned on me that I told her the wrong name.
I turned back around and said, "That is my oldest's name. This little guy is Baby Bro."
I remember being called my sisters name (and at times my brother's name) all of my life. I told myself that I would never do that to my kids. Well, never say never : )
If it is redeeming at all, Baby Bro does look a lot like H did as a baby.