My sister named her son Joey. But in her two year old attempt at language, my daughter calls him “Baby Boey”. He’s a constant topic of conversation in our house, and honestly, I now have to make a conscious effort to call him Joey. In the three months since he joined the family,he’s made a fast leap from “newbie” to “we can’t remember life before he came”. He’s our smiling, giggling, drooling, hair pulling,cooing, mohawk sportin’, diaper clad, “Baby Boey”, and we couldn’t love him more.