Oh the task of baby naming. Bestowing a title upon such a small, pink, squishy person that will forever follow her every move. Will it be the one that is massacred the first day of school? Will a boy be assumed to be a girl on paper? Will it require the child to raise her hand to clarify that while yes, that is her given name, she would rather go by Sally? Will there be horrible unforseen nicknames and obscenities derived from what appeared to be a good and wholesome name? These questions and more haunt the minds and hearts of us all as we scour name books, weigh the pros and cons and search for what will be the perfect name. Oh, the joy.
And seriously, there is lots of joy. We had a blast naming our girls and will definitely be thrilled when we get to reveal (or choose) a name for this sweet babe. So far the girls’ names have fit my criteria for not top 100, not “weird” (whatever that means these days), not able to be shortened into nicknames that are ugly, and I have at no point in time wanted to change them. I’m sure this third baby’s name will be no different, I’m just impatient. I would have liked to have chosen the name yesterday. And, to be honest, there is probably a little part of me that is waiting for a big clouds to part/angels to appear singing moment where The Doc and I look at each other just know that yes, THAT is the name. Alas, I’m so impatient. Good thing we have time.
How did you name your kids? Any random stories? I’d love to hear.