Poor poor poor baby.

This morning as I was sitting in my car, waiting my turn to leave the chaos that is an elementary school parking lot at 8:15am, I was immersed in self loathing--about my parenting style. I, ladies and gentlemen, am one of those mothers. You know the kind, I know you do. I saunter into school at 8:30am, my dishevelled kindergartener in tow, and all she has for lunch is a jar of martini olives (ok, just kidding about the lunch). My clothing for the time of day is always inappropriate, I am either just as dishevelled, wearing evening clothes, or worse, bag-lady clothing. My kid leaves her homework at home all the time (she's five so yeah, it IS my fault) and already I can tell that her Kindergarten teacher has labelled me as one of those mom's too. They are the moms that never help out, are always to harried, who's kids you can pick apart from the others based on appearances or lunches alone.

But then I was saved, by the radio and Nicholas Cage. I at least had the good sense to name my daughter Megan, something that while it may be a little too popular for her birthyear (sorry sweetie-- I was actually trying to be original) is at least tasteful and won't garner her any additional teasing on account of her name. Nicholas Cage on the other hand has saddled his poor newborn with the moniker "Kal-El" which we all know is Clark Kent's Kryptonian name. This is cute and cuddle at birth and through the first few years when mommy and daddy are the only people screaming "Kal-el" at him; by the time he hits 11 and all of his school cronies know who Kal-El was, oh boy here comes the teasing.

Don't get me wrong, I think it's great they had the guts; what to name our next baby has been a constant rift between me and my husband for the last three years. I want something tasteful, like "Corran Valin Michael*" and my husband wants something dreadful like "Alexander Harris Michael*"... see we just can't quite agree which pop-culture sidekick we want to pay homage to in the form of our child's birthname.

Ok... I have some leftover mohair like you can see here if you can tell me who Corran and Alexander are and where they are from. By leftover, I mean full balls, at least 3. :)
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