If you are a regular reader of this blog, then you know that our boy name during the pregnancy was Jacob. You also know that the purpose of this blog is to provide a journal for my children, so I wanted to explain to record for my son how his name was changed (literally) seconds before delivery. Some people have asked me if it was a trick to throw people off in order to keep our real name a secret, but it was not. Here is what happened...
After church on Sunday (the day before delivery) I was watching television in my bedroom and started thinking that I really didn't like the name Jacob for our son. I love the name itself, but I don't like that it did not have any meaning for our family. All of the other names that we have ever picked were named after someone. Jacob was just picked because I liked it. Anyway, Joey walked into the bedroom and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was thinking that I didn't want to name our son Jacob. He thought I was kidding, and I really think that he thought I was just playing with him.
Well, we kept talking about it all night. We were down to three names...Jacob, Joseph or Jackson. We both knew that we wanted to keep the initials JKG...Joey's initials are JKG. I loved Jackson, but again he wouldn't be named after anyone. I also didn't like that I would always think of the president Andrew Jackson when I said my children's names. So, we were down to Jacob or Joseph. We both liked Joseph, but could not agree on what to call him. Joe Glasgow would be a rhyming name, Joey might be too confusing, and I just didn't really like Joseph as a first name. The more I thought about the name Joey, the more I really started to like it, but I was now thinking that maybe I was making a bad decision switching from Jacob. We decided to let Andrew pick. We crumpled up paper with names on it, placed the paper on his highchair, and agreed to go with whatever he selected. Well, he picked Jacob. I realized that I did have a preference because I was sad that he had selected that piece of paper. Joey and I decided to discuss it later because we said that we might be having a girl anyway.
The next day at the hospital, we still did not have a name. Our nurse and doctor both weighed in on their opinions and it is pretty much all that Joey and I talked about before the delivery. Honestly, I felt a little sorry for our nurse who had to hear us talk about it for hours. We went back and forth so many times. I was even having contractions as we were talking. At one point I said, I can't talk about this anymore until I get an epidural!
A few minutes before delivery, we decided that the official name would be Joseph Keith Glasgow, but we were still unsure of what we would call him. However, when the baby was born (before I was even told if it was a boy or a girl) I saw his face. He looked just like Joey, so we went with that. I do admit that it is confusing at times. It seems as if many people are calling him Baby Joey, and I am okay with that. That is not something that will stick through life like Jr. or (my least favorite) JJ for Joey Jr.--I will hurt you if you call my child that! We will figure out a system that works, but I can't think of a better person to be named after!
It is hard to see their outfits in the picture above, so I had to show some close ups. My sweet friend from work, Denise McMillian, gave them to the boys and I have been saving them for Santa. Here is Baby Joey's gown.
Here is Andrew's shirt.
After Santa, Andrew and I rode the train together. He laughed each time the train made a turn. He did not enjoy getting off of the train and pitched a small fit. Luckily, Santa was on break and did not see it:)
Baby Joey's head is so small that the only hat that really fits him is the one that he got at the hospital. Once we bulk him up, we will have to go back and get him a cool hat!
Put on a new Noah's Ark outfit from Julie Salter:
Superman stretches on the playmat:
Tummy Time:
Joey weighed 8 pounds and 1 ounce--50th percentile--and was 21 inches long--50th percentile.
My Joeys with the new watch:
We had two Thanksgiving celebrations this week. On Wednesday night, the Glasgow side of the family came over to our house. On Thursday, the Reneau side of the family came to our house. For both celebrations, everyone brought food so it was not too much work on us. Also, Andrew helped out a lot. Here he is watching the turkey with Dada.
He helped with the cool whip for the top of the pies as well.
Baby Joey was not that impressed with Thanksgiving. This is what he did through most of both celebrations.
Cole and Cade:
Glasgow Family:
My first Thanksgiving with my Joey!
Joey and Aunt Holly:
Joey and Jan:
Paw Paw with three of his boys--Andrew had already gone to bed for the night.
Aunt Debbie, Joey, and David:
On Thursday, the Reneau family came to town. Here is Grandmommy feeding Baby Joey.
John Marshall enjoyed playing with Andrew's toys.
Here is our table. This is the first time that I have ever had Thanksgiving at my house. We had so many people that we had to add a folding table.
Steve, Olivia, and Joey:
Andrew and Joey on their first Thanksgiving together:
Here is Grandaddy with Andrew. If Andrew looks to you like he is about to pass out, it is because he was not able to control himself at lunch. I think he ate more than anyone else. He LOVED the turkey. I eventually had to make him stop eating it. He took a very long nap after everyone left and hardly ate any supper.
Susan, Marshall, and Amelia (under the nursing wrap:)
Since we have had Joey, there are 2 questions that I get asked more than anything. So, here are the questions and my answers.
He wore his hat home from school.
Another turkey:
This poor turkey lost an eye!
His coloring is so funny to me. He is much more interested in eating the crayons than coloring.
His teacher colored the hair, and Andrew colored the body.
Here is my little artist hard at work making a picture for his dad.
He likes to hide in this tent and pop out when we ask, "Where's Andrew?"
Going through the tunnel:
He played wearing his Indian hat from school. I think he looks so cute. I need to do a post of all of his Thanksgiving artwork. I love seeing what he works on each day. You can't tell in this picture, but he drew on each of his feathers with crayons. 
While Andrew played, my Joeys watched their first Alabama game together. Roll Tide
