[caption id="attachment_259" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="hannah on the snow day. THE snow day."][/caption] Stephen has cracked on me that when we were dating I was insistent that we liked different music, that he couldn't buy the same CD as me. we couldn't have the same cell phone. i didn't even want him to travel to the same places as me because i wanted to have my own experiences. i wanted to be unique. desperately. Clearly when we were naming our child, we did not consult the Top 50 names list. And clearly had we been smart enough to do so we would have realized that Hannah is not only in the top 50 names but in the top 10. This was innocently pointed out to me Friday night by our great neighbors. and then today at church, where i always seem to find good writing content, i took hannah to her class and introduced her to the teacher. And she said (as she was holding another baby), " This is Hannah too, and there is another one over there, lots of Hannahs." i swallowed hard, took deep breaths, tried to collect myself before writing on the board by the other Hannah's names, Hannah O., blue diaper bag, just ate and changed, pager 24. under my breath i was saying, lots of other hannah's, HA! she is the ONE Hannah okay. She is UNIQUE okay. Back off. i should have known by the fact that Hannah has a one mini bff that she hangs with while i am at work and her name is Hannah.the odds. this is the only other one we can love, other than that there is only ONE Hannah to note of 2008. for the love.