I hesitated to share this post with y’all because..well…it just further delves into how weird we are in this family of four (that’s including our two dogs). I mean really…You might never come back after this. But then I thought, what’s the fun in that? It’s my blog. I should be honest about who we are when sharing tidbits of our lives. So we’re weird. You’ve probably figured that out by now. Here goes…
Tom and I have a little joke. Tom’s the fourth, so we know if we have a boy that we’ll name him Thomas Hudson McFarlin V, or rather, just Hudson (as we’ve already got a Tommy and a Tom between Tom and his dad). But we’ve already figured out what we’ll name our second son, should we have one.
Here’s a real concern, and we have talked about this: Our nephews and nieces are so cute. We wonder if there’s any chance that our kids can live up to that kind of adorableness.
Now, I realize this portrayal of Puce isn’t cute, nor is it of a human. Nor is it our nephew. This ugly dog (that I found on some random site with the “You Ugly” cheer) represents the child that Tom and I joke we will have someday. One night, long ago, Tom told me he dreamed we had this ugly son named “Puce.” We’ve been joking ever since that we are bound to have one ugly kid to balance out all the cute kids in our families.
Here are some things we’ve decided about Puce that you should know, should you ever hear us refer to him:
1. He sleeps in a crate.
2. He gets the leftovers from Sam and Liam’s bowls.
3. If something goes wrong, it’s Puces fault.
4. He can’t talk because he’s got a busted (ugly, messed up) face.
5. Puce isn’t allowed in the car, hence, he may never go anywhere.
6. I’m allowed to eat and drink whatever I want when pregnant with Puce, because there is nothing I could do to make him worse than he will already be.
7. Anytime Tom and I see anything that we think is gross, we tell each other that we’ll get it for Puce.
I know this sounds mean, but please remember that this “child” does not exist, nor would we really treat any child that way no matter how ugly they were. Puce is our fun little joke about all things ugly and about how we’re a little worried we can’t live up to all the cuteness that our siblings have brought forth into the world. It’s a lot to live up to. Puce is our comedic relief.
Also, if I ever do have a son after Hudson, and any of you refer to him as “Puce,” I will punch your lights out and blame it on the hormones. Fair warning. Don’t ever tell a mama her baby’s ugly. No one would blame me.
But as long as we’re referring to fictional Puce, we’re cool.
Another thing. Tom and I will understand if you think we’re too weird to continue being our friends after this.
That is all. I’ve got to quit sharing this kind of stuff, or I’m going to scare you all away.