…Especially when you have a husband.
Dreams Caleb shot down yesterday: Susannah, Bernadette, Genevieve, Iris, Dinah, Celestine, Francesca, Roxana, Nora, Leonardo, and Raphael.
Here’s what I like to think about a lot: Ninja Turtles.
When it comes to naming kids, Caleb and I have never exactly seen eye to eye. In fact the whole process could very well lead to divorce. I am an artist so I am allowed to pick whatever the heck name I want; sometimes my choices are pretty off the wall. Caleb is practical and traditional, which are both fancy words for boring. In many things we blend so well, but on this? We clash.
Le sigh. What’s a fancy girl to do?
Well, we have developed a logical procedure of compromise: I write down 500 of my most favorite names that are dear to my heart, and Caleb crosses out the ones he severely hates with a passion–or, 99.5% of them. So the names that are left are ones that I like and that he can tolerate somewhat.
It works out.
And, serious question here: is it okay to name a baby the same name that you had picked out for another baby that didn’t make it? Example: I pretty much called my last baby “Lucy” from the minute we conceived. I just knew she was a girl. And for once, Caleb had agreed. “I thought we could name her Lucy Marie,” he admitted to me tearfully on the night after we miscarried. And now…here we are, almost 3 whole years later, with a baby on the way. I still love our name. But saying it still breaks my heart. So for us, Lucy is out. I’m curious to know how many people would or wouldn’t lean that way. What would you do?