Alex started calling me Muddia (pronounced Mudi–ya) when she was in middle school. She doesn’t remember why she did, but it stuck. Caroline will call me Muddia occasionally, too.
Before baby Mason was born, Alex had a crazy dream that the baby couldn’t pronounce Muddia – he would say Muddy. When she shared the dream with me the next morning I got a good laugh and then forgot about it.
Mason is ten weeks old today and we need my grandmother name. G-Man is definitely Papa (pronounced pop-a). I have tried on every name in the book and we all come back to the dream. It looks like little Mason will be calling me Muddia if he can say it, but Muddy will be fine. In fact, it has grown on me. I like Muddy. I am beginning to feel like Muddy!!!
Here are some new photographs of our sweet boy.
Papa has already gotten this little guy hooked on Buzz Lightyear!
“To Infinity And Beyond!!!”
Just hangin’ with his Papa!
Getting a lift from Papa
I love, love, love his little fat rolls!!!
Mason and his Muddy
I love this little boy so much.