A sigh of relief comes from He Who Must Not Be Named
As previously discussed, we have had the most awful time coming up with a name for U.B. Dada and I have so many rules.
1) (Me) No dorky author names. No dorky names period. The degree of dorkiness of any given name is to be decided by me, and said ruling is final.
2) (Me) No reusing Isaac's names. Reuse of any of Dada's names must be relegated only to a middle name.
3) (Dada) Absolutely no names that end in an "ee" sound, such as Bailey or Toby.
4) (Dada) No first names that start with B, to avoid the odious initials "B.O."
5) (Dada) No names that could possibly be converted into heinous nicknames.
6) (Me/Dada -- and this is the worst one) No names that belong to other people we know or have known, except certain ancestors.
7) (Me) The chosen name must not sound ridiculous when yelled in tandem with "Isaac" (thus Abraham, for example, is out of the question).
After Isaac went to bed one night in Indy, Dada and I sat with Aunt Jean to gaze at her gigantic Catholic family tree in hopes of finding a name that didn't sound hideous and met most of our rules. And the insane part? We found one. That we both like. And so far, we have both liked it for almost a week now. I think this means U.B. will actually have a name.
So what is it, you ask? You'd like to know, you say? Ha! Too bad. I insist you live in suspense for another month and a half. Hopefully not more. Gawd, please don't let it be more.
1) (Me) No dorky author names. No dorky names period. The degree of dorkiness of any given name is to be decided by me, and said ruling is final.
2) (Me) No reusing Isaac's names. Reuse of any of Dada's names must be relegated only to a middle name.
3) (Dada) Absolutely no names that end in an "ee" sound, such as Bailey or Toby.
4) (Dada) No first names that start with B, to avoid the odious initials "B.O."
5) (Dada) No names that could possibly be converted into heinous nicknames.
6) (Me/Dada -- and this is the worst one) No names that belong to other people we know or have known, except certain ancestors.
7) (Me) The chosen name must not sound ridiculous when yelled in tandem with "Isaac" (thus Abraham, for example, is out of the question).
After Isaac went to bed one night in Indy, Dada and I sat with Aunt Jean to gaze at her gigantic Catholic family tree in hopes of finding a name that didn't sound hideous and met most of our rules. And the insane part? We found one. That we both like. And so far, we have both liked it for almost a week now. I think this means U.B. will actually have a name.
So what is it, you ask? You'd like to know, you say? Ha! Too bad. I insist you live in suspense for another month and a half. Hopefully not more. Gawd, please don't let it be more.
posted by Claire at 8:36 PM
4 Comments:
Aaaggghh...the suspense is going to KILL me! But I'm glad you found one you both like. Boy names are just so NOT easy.
Glad you had a nice vacation and are home safe and sound too. I missed reading about Isaac!
Ok, that's just torture!! You're just kidding with all of us, right? :)
Welcome back! Missed you! I held everyone in suspense til the birthday too! Can't wait to find out - hopefully sooner than later! :)
Oh Man I wanna know!
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