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sukey formerly known as bella

Bella is now Sukey (sue - key). I was never totally happy with the name Bella but there was never a name that I liked a lot better. Until last night. Maddie has a DVD series with kids songs. One of them is the children's rhyme that says, "Polly put the kettle on...Sukey take it off again...". Phil likes the song and we both like the name. We spent awhile talking about it last night and decided to make the change. We asked Maddie what she thought and she was able to say, "Sukey" so we deiced that was a good sign.

Sukey never responded to Bella anyway so that's not an issue. But it is hard for us to remember the change when we call her.

This afternoon Phil and I are going with our neighbors to a soccer game. The local team. Phil's been to several already but this will be my first.

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