Now that I have passed the 20-week mark with flying colors, it is now time to start discussing names. This time around, our discussion will be more complicated. We do not know if we are having a boy or a girl, nor will we know until the day that little cutie-pie makes his or her entrance into the world.
As many of you know, Matt and I are a pretty indecisive couple - and very indecisive when it comes to naming our children. My problem is that I like too many names and have a hard time narrowing down my list. Matt, on the other hand, is much pickier than I am. Here is a sample conversation between us:
Katie: Hey, Matt. Maybe we should start thinking about names. Do you have any ideas?
Matt: No, I haven't even thought about it. Maybe we should wait until the time gets closer before we talk about it.
Katie: But it might be nice if we didn't have to wait until the moment we leave the hospital to make a decision.
Matt: We have plenty of time.
So - you can see that even trying to talk about names can be a struggle for us. When we finally do have the conversation, this is usually how it goes:
Katie: Do you have any names that you like?
Matt: How about you tell me names and I tell you if I like them or not.
Katie: OK, how about Ivy.
Matt: No.
Katie: Megan?
Matt: Fine.
Katie: Noah.
Matt: No.
Katie: Ben
Matt: Fine.
Katie: Aren't there any names you like?
Matt: I like Emmy and Sophie.
Katie: Sorry, those are taken. Remember that you didn't really love those ones at first?
Matt: I didn't? Oh, I thought I did.
Katie: I think you said something like, "No," or "Fine."
Matt: Oh.
Basically, Matt's answers are limited to those two responses. Now, I don't want to make Matt out to be a dud. He's not. He is a lot of fun. But he does have a hard time with names. And now our work is doubled!
So, I would like to solicit you, my readership, for ideas. That's not to say that I don't have any. I do have some names that I really like (which I won't say yet.) But I would love some suggestions. At least so I can have the chance to say, "No," or "Fine." Or maybe even, "I LOVE it!"
This is Emmy, all ready to go to her friend's Fancy Nancy Birthday Party. This was quite a posh affair that required a long time of choosing the right accessories and attempting to curl her stubbornly straight hair to look like Nancy's ringlets. She was ready by 8:30 in the morning, but by the time we left for the party at 9:45, she'd removed almost all of the accessories - deeming them itchy or in the way. I should have taken a picture earlier - she was quite a fancy girl.
A visit from Nannie and Opa. In the middle of January, we were thrilled to have my parents come stay with us for a week. We had the most wonderful time. Emmy and Sophie were so excited to see them. On the day before they arrived, I asked Emmy if she thought we should do anything special when they came. She, apparently, had been thinking this through, because she immediately answered by saying, "Well. I was thinking. I can wear my most beautiful dress, and when they get here, I will be hiding. If they can't find me, I'll jump out and say, 'Boo!'" I thought it was so funny that she'd come up with that little plan and was very excited to carry it out. So excited, that she refused to drive with me to the airport because she wanted to be hiding. She reminded me that she would not be able to hide very well in the car. So we stuck to her plan, and the smile on her face when they found her was priceless. Both Emmy and Sophie were all smiles, and I got a little teary-eyed seeing how happy they were. We really had a very fun time with them, despite the uncharacteristic torrential rains that poured down upon us each day of their trip. (See previous post entitled "The de Jong Curse" to be reminded of the terrible weather that follows my parents wherever they travel).
