There are a lot of things I swore I wouldn’t do when I became a mother. Here’s a small list for you:
1) I swore I would NEVER do the sniff test. I’m on child #3 and I still do the sniff test. I have no shame either. I lift little Easton’s rear to my nose and sniff to check if a diaper change is necessary. I don’t even care who is watching me. Nope, just don’t care.
2) I swore I would NEVER buy into the disney princess blah, blah, blah. When I was pregnant with my first, since I didn’t know if I was having a boy or a girl, I gave my mom specific instructions, “no disney princess stuff!” My first ended up being a boy so I was rescued from the princess world, but then #2 came along, and sweet Emma was born. I stalled the disney princess stuff as long as I could, but really, there’s no stopping it from a little girl. So, now I embrace it.
3) I swore I would NEVER name my children with all the same letter. Oh, this was a peeve of mine. I thought it was silly and it was something I would never consider. Not only did I name my kids with all the same letter, I chose one of the most limited letters in the alphabet in regards to names.
And now we have the evolution of the E’s.
It really didn’t happen on purpose, it just fell into place and I went with it. My first born, Eli. At the time I chose his name, I was very anti nicknames. One of the reasons why I liked the name Eli was because it was nickname proof. The baby book I owned even said so! Eli was born and within a week I gave him a nickname, E. As if his name wasn’t short enough, three little letters, I made it even shorter. One letter. Just E.
My second born. I didn’t know what I was having so I went to the hospital with a boy name and a girl name. The boy name wasn’t an E name. The girl name was. I always wanted an Emma, even though it was a very popular name. And I did tell my best friend that I liked the way Eli and Emma sounded together. Emma was born and my obsession with the letter E began. By Emma’s first birthday, I started calling them the E’s.
My last born. By this time my obsession with the letter E was a bit scary. I mean, I’m embarrassed to admit to how many E’s are in my house. Big E’s. Little E’s. Different fonts. Different colors. Even different textures. A wall of E’s for goodness sakes. So, when the pregnancy test turned positive, and I came out of my cloud of shock, I opened the same baby book that I used to name my first two, and turned to the E section. I was in too deep, there was no other letter in the alphabet I would consider, and then Easton was born. Our final E.
And that’s the story of the E’s. All I can say is motherhood makes you do strange things. Worth it though, so worth it.