Who (or what) is in a Name?

So who, you ask, are Three Whos? And why is this blog named for them? The answer is elementary, my Dear Watson.

During our wait for darling daughter No. 1, we referred to her as The Who. As in, "Look at the 800th gorgeous dress-she'll-never-wear that I bought for The Who?" Perhaps my inner child was trying to reconnect with Dr. Seuss; maybe I was just caught up in paper pregnancy insanity. But The Who she became, and it stuck.

Eventually, The Who came home and morphed into a name of her own -- and no, it is not Cindy Lou. But then along came a sister, who sat down beside her and annoyed Miss Who all day. Naturally, sister was Who II. Hey, we lack originality.

So it stands to reason -- at least to this addled brain -- that the third, and final, entry in our family Olympics must be (drum roll please ...) WHO III!

I'm sure you were hoping for something scintillating tonight, perhaps a Haiku or even a rhyme worthy of Dr. S himself, but I'm fresh out. Just let the record show there will be NO WHO IV. The sequels are about to end.

We're told there's a DHL package on its way to our agency. But is it the stork, or just a giant Do-Do bird? We hope to know Thursday!