One of my favorite parts from the classic Christmas movie "Santa Clause is coming to town" is the scene when the elves find a baby on the doorstep.
Dingle: Wiggle my ears and tickle my toes, methinks I see a baby's nose! It's more than a nose. There's a whole baby attached to it. Better call my brothers! Wingle! Bingle! Tingle! Zingle!
Zingle: What is it, Dingle?
Wingle: It's a baby, Zingle.
Tingle: A baby what, Wingle?
Bingle: A baby baby, Tingle.
Dingle: I like babies, Bingle.
Bingle: Our baby's the best baby of them all, Wingle.
Zingle: What is it, Dingle?
Wingle: It's a baby, Zingle.
Tingle: A baby what, Wingle?
Bingle: A baby baby, Tingle.
Dingle: I like babies, Bingle.
Bingle: Our baby's the best baby of them all, Wingle.
Not only do I completely adore all of the rhyming elf names (don't worry I promise not to name our children in a similar rhyming fashion...if you're not an elf it kind of loses its adorable and charming appeal...and it's just kind of cheesy and lame.) but I also kind of feel a kind of bond with the "ingle" brothers as I currently share some similar feelings with them. You see, as I am only 9.5 weeks pregnant and don't have the bulging belly and the constant kicking and not even any morning sickness to speak of yet (cross your fingers...knock on wood..etc.) It's hard to grasp the fact that there is actually a baby baby inside of me! And as you can tell from the ultrasound pictures below...it's hard to make out any kind of a nose let alone the rest of the baby that is attached to it! But, I like babies and just like Bingle thought of the young Kris Kringle...Steven and I believe that our baby is the best baby of them all! :)

