The overall response we've gotten as we've told people his name has been so-so. We've gotten lots of "Oh, that's a strong name" or "people will always know how to spell and pronounce it." And I can't blame them--it's not the most knock-your-socks-off name in the world. But the two men he's named after--his great-great-great grandpa and his dad--they happen to be two of the most knock-your-socks-off men in the world. And he's lucky to be called after them.
I really just like James--and not many of the nicknames that derive from it. Which is probably really stupid to name my son something that comes with a load of nicknames i don't care for. But I'll just have to be one of those moms who corrects people that call him Jamie or Jimmy. And that's fine. Heaven knows I don't have a hard time telling people how I feel... :)
James is doing so well--and growing a bit every day. I'm doing well, too, and shrinking a bit every day. The girls are in love with him, and love holding him--especially Grace. Reid tries to squeeze in some James-time when he can. But between cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, changing diapers, taking the girls swimming, to the zoo, to the park, and doing every single thing I've asked of him the past 8 days--he hasn't had nearly enough time with this little boy! Lucky for him he's still got plenty of time before his blessed paternity leave ends (and lucky for me!!)
And, since I'm surely not the only one who wants to stare all day at his handsome little face, here are some more pics of our Sweet Baby James.
He smiles in his sleep all the time--i cannot get enough of it!