Hold the lettuce

At long last, Baby Akridge is “Salad” no more. Her mama and daddy have settled on a name, and that name is…drumroll please…Bailey.

“Bailey” has been on the list pretty much from the beginning. It’s my mom’s maiden name -- and, strangely enough, Gunter’s Granny Akridge also had a grandmother with the last name Bailey (but maybe that doesn't make the gene pool too shallow).

“Bailey” really grew on us because it’s simple yet pretty, not too hard to spell or pronounce, and, possibly most important, the thicker your Southern drawl, the better it sounds. Go ahead and try it. You'll see.

So there you have it. Our girl has a name. As of last weekend, she also has a painted room, a dresser and a crib, thanks to her daddy. I’ll have to get some before and after shots to show you soon.