Oy vey! Charlotte just inched up another spot on the list of most popular baby names.
When
we were thinking up names for our unborn child, we set on Charlotte, if
it was a girl, about half way through the second trimester. My bubbie’s
name was Cynthia, and we wanted to honor her memory with a “C”or “S”
name. When we vetted the name to my parents over dinner one evening,
months before my due date, my dad said he knew my Bubbie would have
liked the name Charlotte, which sealed the deal.Continue reading.
Like
just about everybody else, we here at Kveller love to get attention.
But attention is that much sweeter when it means an amazing 11-year-old
boy gets to share his story far and wide.
A lot of the time that I read 
I’m
entering into my ninth month of pregnancy; I’ve lost all verbal filters
that I normally employ and for the most part I either explode or cry. I
wasn’t this bad when I was pregnant with the boys (although I was
still, admittedly, super crazy) and perhaps it is a combination of
managing my 4-year-old’s emotions and chasing after my toddler with
fierce hip pain and heartburn, but I want to verbally assault anyone who
even looks at me wrong. I’m cranky. So that’s where I’m at.
It
was one of those days where I would’ve been better off staying in bed
under the covers. Work had been stressful. My bus home was delayed. A
close friend’s actions had left me feeling hurt. And just as I was
gearing up to put my toddler to bed, my husband called with the news
that our car, which he was supposed to be taking for a simple oil
change, would need several thousand dollars worth of repairs.