HomeLife

the big reveal.

I’m not going to lie.

I love my new iPhone.

I love taking pictures with it

and then applying the instagram app to those photos

and then suddenly seeming like a capable, artsy photographer.

And I love how much time it has saved me with its ability to sync our family’s calendar

and the well-timed reminders it intuitively knows to send me when an event’s date is approaching.

I also love the shopping list I downloaded (at no cost) so that I never find myself in Publix

with five children

and no list

without the presence of mind to remember if I needed sour cream for dinner or cream of chicken soup.

And when I love something,

I like to name it.

(You should really know by now how much I like names.)

I put out a status the other day on Facebook asking for name suggestions for my new friend.

I received some good ones.

Like Uncle Charles and Lime and Pomegranate and Pretzel and Newt and Mr. Time and Stranger and Happy Dancer and Meringue.

My little yellow iPod bears the moniker of Lemon.

Last night Hannah and Walter and I tossed around names to compliment Lemon.

We came up with Grass and Seed and Poppy Seed and  Sprite and Zest and Lulu.

Walter acted as if I was too engrossed in choosing a name for my cellular communication device.

I said I was not.

I just like names.

(I once had a leaf that stuck to the hood of my old Toyota Tercel for almost an entire semester during my junior year of college.  His name was Fred.)

On second thought,

I might have actually given this process a little too much thought.

Walter might have been right.

(But don’t tell him I said that.)

I might have even made a list.

(On the “notes” section of my iPhone.  Naturally.)

Anyway.

For those of you who are curious.

Or for those of you who have committed to reading this post all the way through.

I have decided upon a name.

Created through group effort.

And that name is  . . .

King Solomon.

The end.

Thank you very much.

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