Check the new blog background! Doesn't it remind you of a shirt you might have had in elementary school? It's in honor of Sophie's b-day this month. It was either this or Barbie. There is enough Barbie in my life already. So, we went with mini cupcakes and floating strawberries and rainbow stars. (Somebody was tripping over at the pyzam.com!)
I am obsessed with discussing baby names. This is a shared sickness. There are many a gal (and a few dudes!) out there who obsess like I do. I know this because I run into baby name discussions everywhere I go. And I am done with the naming! Yet still I obsess ...
The thing is, have you ever looked up the first impression your child's name gives? We did this before we had Sophie. Supposedly, people think of a dog (thanks, Oprah) or a large African American lady (again, thanks, Oprah). That was 4 years ago. Now, it is more commonly used for children who have been adopted from over seas. Interesting stuff.
Madeline's wasn't good. People think of that mean atheist lady, Madalyn Murray O'Hare. So, I looked up the correct spelling, different pronunciation and got feisty, fearless, orphan a la the Madeline in Paris books. I'll take it.
Eliza was also seen as feisty. (odd. Jeff and I are so ... what's the word? ... unfeisty.) She was also thought of as uneducated. Good grief! What burdens have we saddled our children with?
If we had gone with Tessa, my first choice long ago, the perception is sweet, unassuming. However, to my husband the name Tessa will always prompt him to say - Tubby Tessa. Don't know why. Obviously, this factored into our naming decision.
Overheard while walking out into the pre-school parking lot today:
Sophie - "Hold my hand, Mads. We might get some car on us."