Captain Awesome


So, we’re getting a newborn on Tuesday.

We haven’t done more than respite for CAS in ages, but when they called yesterday, asking if we could look after a child not yet born, we couldn’t say ‘no’.

Who tells a baby they’re not wanted?

Besides his biological mother, I mean.


I’m generally really good at the whole No Judgement Thing, but I think after giving your third child over to CAS, you’re wearing out even my understanding.

Anyhow, said baby – a boy – comes to us with naught but his skin. 

No clothes.

No toys.

No name.

I don’t know if I can conceive of anything more sad than a baby with no name.

Considering the trouble we had naming our own spawn (and that with 9 months notice) I don’t hold out much hope for a timely moniker.

I asked for help via Facebook – always a stupid idea – and got:

Captain Awesome

So, he’ll be Capt’n until I figure out something.

Poor muffin.


About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets,, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

6 responses »

  1. OK, so maybe I am a little more emo than normal seeing how I am 6 months pregnant, but wow. This baby that I am pregnant with was not conceived under the most ideal circumstances, and I can’t even stand the thought of his father. Adoption crossed my mind early in the pregnancy, and I couldn’t fathom seeing this baby and then letting him go. He is a PART of me. Lemons into lemonade, you know? Being responsible for your actions and taking care of business is part of being a grown-up.
    Bless you for doing what you do for these poor unwanted children. I don’t know you, but your post says a lot about you as a person, and we need more like you in this world. So thank you from the little man that can’t say thank you to you on his own. 😀

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