Dirty, stinky boys

Baby2 has a penis. The Boy is getting a little brother.

On the ultrasound, Baby2 appeared perfectly healthy. He also seems to be perfectly rotten. He rolled and kicked and poked so much against the ultrasound wand's pressure, I nearly got sick. My forehead got sweaty and my tongue got thick and I had to roll over on my side to feel better. Meanwhile, The Boy was bored with the black-and-white pictures of his brother and was pushing a chair around the room. I'm not sure which child was busier. The husband and I are going to have our hands full with these dirty, stinky boys.

I'd post a picture of Baby2's cute little fetus profile or his little toes, but that would require a scanner, so you'll have to wait.

In the meantime, a question: What shall we call this boy? I need a real name, too, but right now, I'm looking for a blog name. I don't use The Boy's real name here, though many of you know it, because I figure it's not fair for me to fill up Google searches of the Boy's name with tales of diaper rash and tantrums. So, I call him The Boy, something the husband and I have always done. ("Is The Boy down for the night? Does The Boy need a butt change?") But my mom wondered what the heck I would do if another boy came along. I jokingly said he, Baby2, could be The Lad. What about The Brother? What do you think?