Before she was born, Ben and I were sure we'd call Dorothy Dottie, Dolly, Dot, or Dottie Lou. I was not the biggest fan of Dorothy as a name and just knew I'd call her by a nickname.
But now? I love her name so much and call her Dorothy, Dorth (kind of unfortunate but funny, as is Dorth Vader, which would be an awesome hybrid Halloween costume), Dorothy Tallulah, or Dorothy T, my favorite. Dorothy is the best name ever, and I couldn't imagine her as a Violet, a Betty, a Cecelia, a Sally, or a Stella-- the rest of the names on our mutual list. (On Ben's list? Blanche. On my list? Penelope and Georgie).
Lately, though, between her goopy eye and the enormous amount of boogers in her nose, I have been calling her Snots, short, of course, for Snotty Dottie.
No wonder she looks at me like this:
Dorothy weighed 8 pounds, 14 ounces-- almost a pound more than she did last week. And she's fine, goopy eye, stuffy nose, snot breath and all.
Cooper has his very first ear infection and a new round of antibiotics-- this time a dose large enough to cause diarrhea. Awesome. Looking forward to THAT.