Our Elf

It's been decided. Each person who can speak clearly in our home came to the table with a name tonight and we voted. At first Rhett refused to participate and only listen. Will went first presenting his sports ensemble of names 'hoopster,' 'baller' and 'zoomer'. Cole proposed 'Zigger,' 'Zagger' and 'Red Greener.'  I proposed 'Dash' and 'Ralphie' quite proudly and Daddo grabbed from thin air last minute 'Fred' and 'Boomer' (his childhood dog). So we again offered Rhett a chance to participate (CL was already in bed) and he started to grin then quickly and quietly stated 'Peanut.' We all said 'Oh Rhett that's perfect!' His face lit up with a look of happiness and surprise; his family genuinely got excited about his idea. The three year old came up with the most popular name and for ONCE he was the winner of the decision-making process in his outnumbered crew of six. 

So 'Peanut' it is. And it's quite fitting I must say. I mean 'Peanut' is a little guy. And also we all agreed at the end of our family meeting; his name is perfect because my dad who passed in 2007, chose peanuts over any other snack. And Daddo's dad, 'Grump,' equally enjoys them and shares this love of shelled treats with all three of his grandsons. 

Now if we can just get our Peanut to quit making messes while we're all sleeping, we'll be good. He loves toys and it looks like he's proud of his name. 

Welcome to the family Peanut Jackson.