On the Naming of Kids
Pumpkinpie has announced that she has a name for hew new baby brother, and it is Max.
If only it were so easy.
When we were expecting Pumpkinpie, I started the naming process by giving Misterpie a list of five girl names that I loved and would be thrilled to have any one of. He immediately vetoed all five. I may or may not have told him he sucked. Baby name books were broken out and rifled for possibilities, and possibilities. Long lists of anything acceptable were drawn on either side, then cross-checked and vetoed. We finally came down to two names - the one I could live with and knew he'd like, but thought was a little boring for what I was after, and the one we ended up with. We knew someone of that name, so to check, we asked her if she liked it, and if it would weird her out if we used it. Yes, and no, so after more than three months of arguing, groaning, calling each other rude names, and generally agonizing, Pumpkinpie it was.
During that time, my mother kept calling with suggestions, even after I had told her that we were not soliciting or even entertaining opinions. Which maybe wouldn't have been quite so aggravating, had the names not been quite so hideous. Gertrude? Hortense? Those aren't names, they are child abuse. She's been told again exactly what I thought of those last suggestions and that I won't be opening discussions on the naming. Like last time, she will be told the name after the Bun issues forth and we call to let everyone know of his arrival. In fact, we only told a handful of very close friends last time, and I imagine it will be the same in this case.
But this time, I got smart and skipped the high hopes portion of last pregnancy's naming programme. Instead, I started by bringing home books and making lists of anything I didn't think was entirely horrid, laughable, or unworkable with the last name our children bear (which rules out a fair few, in fact). So once the whole ultrasound thing was past, we decided we'd better open negotiations if the poor kid was to have a name in time for his birth.
Misterpie was surprisingly open-minded this time in the initial round of vetoes, though that may be because he knew better than to wade in swinging his axe this time, and maybe because I had had a rough few days before we started. I'll have to remember that as a tactical move next time we have a big decision to make. Only a few names went down that round. I have taken out a few more myself, reading them a couple of months later and finding them not so agreeable. We may be down to some dozen or so by now.
Which means the tough part is starting. Misterpie told me he has a favourite right now, though he is notoriously fickle, so it could change. It's not my favourite, though, so I'm trying to picture using it and, well, even though it's from my list... I'm not sure. I have a few I particularly like, but I think he's not too sure. Sigh. Good thing we still have four months, but I think they might be long ones. How do we ever decide these things, as parents?
Labels: Baby Bun