I’ve got babies on the brain.
This girl had her baby yesterday, and Miss Dub couldn’t be more thrilled to have a new cousin.
And this girl is en route to meet her baby boy, who was born this morning.
And, well, I would be lying if all them babies didn’t make me a little baby hungry. (Then again, sandpaper could make me baby hungry.) Thankfully, the sane and selfish side of me says I shouldn’t worry about numero dos until Miss Dub turns uno.
So instead I’m channeling my thoughts to baby names.
What is it about girls and baby names?
I can remember checking out baby name books from the library when I was only 8 or 9 and tediously writing down all the names I liked for fear I might not be ready when the time came. (“Yvette or Yvonne? Definitely Yvette!”)
Over the years I developed some faves – Navy Bean was always top of the list. But then my BFF named her firstborn Blue, and I decided we should steer clear of any hue names in case our offspring marry. (Which they will – arranged marriages are cool, right?)
The funny part is that once I got pregnant, my obsession with baby names took a sabbatical. Suddenly, my spreadsheet of names (yes, I have one of those, too) began to dwindle. I didn’t know what I liked; I just knew what I didn’t like. In the end, Miss Dub’s given name – which is biblical and beautiful – was a name Mr. Dub suggested that just stuck. It’s like it was meant to be her name, no matter how much I tried to think of something more unusual or more meaningful. Thankfully, I really like it.
But as soon as Miss Dub shot out, I went right back to collecting baby names. (“Oh, she’s so cute! What do you think about Liesl?)
Except now it’s a whole different game. Because after you name your first, all subsequent names must be compatible. You can’t have Henry, William and J’qwon. Or Wildflower, Rhapsody and Michelle. You have to stick to the same name genre. And patterns are a plus.
My SIL got it right – her new babe, GabriEL is younger brother to MaxwELL and SamuEL. (Who can all boast shortened monikers – Max, Sam and Gabe.)
She gets it.
Now, I just need a steady resource of baby names that are a little unique, have two syllables and start with vowels. Oh, and that could possibly be the name of an 80s Brit pop band.
Wow.
I hope this girl realizes what she’s getting into today.
This girl had her baby yesterday, and Miss Dub couldn’t be more thrilled to have a new cousin.
And this girl is en route to meet her baby boy, who was born this morning.
And, well, I would be lying if all them babies didn’t make me a little baby hungry. (Then again, sandpaper could make me baby hungry.) Thankfully, the sane and selfish side of me says I shouldn’t worry about numero dos until Miss Dub turns uno.
So instead I’m channeling my thoughts to baby names.
What is it about girls and baby names?
I can remember checking out baby name books from the library when I was only 8 or 9 and tediously writing down all the names I liked for fear I might not be ready when the time came. (“Yvette or Yvonne? Definitely Yvette!”)
Over the years I developed some faves – Navy Bean was always top of the list. But then my BFF named her firstborn Blue, and I decided we should steer clear of any hue names in case our offspring marry. (Which they will – arranged marriages are cool, right?)
The funny part is that once I got pregnant, my obsession with baby names took a sabbatical. Suddenly, my spreadsheet of names (yes, I have one of those, too) began to dwindle. I didn’t know what I liked; I just knew what I didn’t like. In the end, Miss Dub’s given name – which is biblical and beautiful – was a name Mr. Dub suggested that just stuck. It’s like it was meant to be her name, no matter how much I tried to think of something more unusual or more meaningful. Thankfully, I really like it.
But as soon as Miss Dub shot out, I went right back to collecting baby names. (“Oh, she’s so cute! What do you think about Liesl?)
Except now it’s a whole different game. Because after you name your first, all subsequent names must be compatible. You can’t have Henry, William and J’qwon. Or Wildflower, Rhapsody and Michelle. You have to stick to the same name genre. And patterns are a plus.
My SIL got it right – her new babe, GabriEL is younger brother to MaxwELL and SamuEL. (Who can all boast shortened monikers – Max, Sam and Gabe.)
She gets it.
Now, I just need a steady resource of baby names that are a little unique, have two syllables and start with vowels. Oh, and that could possibly be the name of an 80s Brit pop band.
Wow.
I hope this girl realizes what she’s getting into today.
