Trav's new name

As most men do or know, Trav loves Ultimate Fighting. Every Friday night he has to be done with dinner by 8p so he can watch 2-3 hours of Fight Night on Spike TV. To be honest, I have never seen so much blood in a reality show or so many cauliflower ears. Those Minnesotan's may know that our lovely Brock Lesnar (U of M All-American and NCAA-champion wrestler, WWE guy, Vikings practice sqaud cut) is now an ultimate fighter. Anyway, there are all sorts of moves and grips and positions, none of which I truly care about. But when talking with him about our crazy-busy baby this week while he labors away in NYC, he has decided he will refer to her as 'my little grappler.' He thinks that she is not so much punching and kicking around but fighting and grappling in there, with what or who, I have no idea. So now he is excited for her to arrive so he can grapple with her (really that means wrestle, which means heartburn for me)! So if we can't have a boy, Trav will still do boy things with our tomboy. Hospital visits, casts and broken bones are in the Nonn household future, for sure!