French chef to spread out something easy (6,4)

This is the first baby born in 20 years and you want to name it Froley?
-- Theodore Faron, Children of Men
At about 2:30 this morning, I woke to hear Neva upset in her room. Cheryl is often the one to go and check on the kids in the night, but this time I went to see what was up. Maybe hat's why I feel the need to document that I was a participatory parent.

In any case, Neva was having stomach pain. We talked and snuggled together, and got her settled down, but the pain came back and I eventually gave her some acetaminophen and stayed with her. A couple more times between then and when we woke up this morning, she was upset and I settled her down.

It should also be noted that at some point in my dreaming life, I thought up the world's most beautiful four lines of poetry, even waking and thinking I ought to write them down. Of course now I have no idea what they were.

When Neva woke up, she had belly pain again, and I asked if she felt like she was going to be sick, and she said she was and then threw up in her bed. That bought her a day home from school, so Cheryl took the day off work, since I was working in the prison this morning and here in Campbellford tonight.

Cheryl has an prenatal ultrasound tomorrow, and in a break from our tradition, we are going to try and find out the sex of the baby. Cheryl's rationale is that it might prevent any expectations/ disappointments for the kids if they know ahead of time if it will be a boy and a girl. So twelve hours from now, I'll probably know if we're having a boy or a girl. Recognizing how difficult it is for us to choose names, Cheryl has refused to hear suggestions or proposals until we know the sex, so that we don't spend unnecessary effort or use up any names that could potentially be useful in the future.