Baby Names

We are having a tough time picking a baby name for this second kid. At first, both Brent and I really liked Mila, but I can't stomach how close it sounds to Ella, both having the same exact 2nd syllable. Here are our (and my) other picks so far:


1. Michelle, with the nickname Mickey. Mickey is maybe too Disney related... but mostly cute
2. Lucy (Brent really likes Lucille and call her Lucy for short. I love Lucy, and mostly like Lucille)
3. Scarlet- though I think this one is out of the running. We realized one of our friends has a 1 year old named Scarlet, and we may be close enough friends that it would be weird.
4. Christine/ Diana - I like these, but we can't quite agree on them. Christine was my middle name until I changed my name to Hannah Dunn Mouritsen instead.

It was fun to read through my baby name list from last time.

I am 30 weeks along. I'm where its annoying to pregnant. Belly in the way all the time, get short of breath when I lean to pick up something, blah blah blah. I'm so curious what life will be like with 2 babies- I think it might be nice to not have to think about only Ella all the time. It'll be like thinking of two Ellas. ha.

PS as a pick me up:   "Happiness doesn't come as a result of luck or accident. It most certainly doesn't come from having all of our wishes come true. Happiness doesn't come from external circumstances. It comes from the inside-regardless of what is happening around us." -Dieter F. Uchtdorf 

I struggle with a bad attitude 75% of the time and its annoying to me and Brent. This saying above makes me feel good. Hopefully I can remember it.

And just for grins, look at this old photo! we are so cute. I still have that shirt. and would wear it if it fit right now- which it do NOT

Also, Ella and I were at the jumping gym yesterday. Its this legit place with a toddler climbing gym and trampolines and foam pits and all sorts of obstacle course stuff. Ella was riding on this little scooter around while I sat on the bench. This older boy came up to her and smashed his toy on Ella's head. I didn't see any reason why. WHAT THE HECK. I started walking toward them and the boy walked away and I gave him a very good evil eye. Ella looked confused and pointed to her head. I told her, when someone hits you, say, "DON'T HIT ME. GO AWAY." I thought that would be a good response. Not hitting back, but still fighting back and being confident. The experience made me want to cry.