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Saturday, October 29, 2011

The Name Game


Dear Laney,

We still have no idea what we're going to name your brother. Surprisingly, having people ask us every day, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE A NAME PICKED OUT???" isn't speeding up the process.

Here's the problem: By the time you get to your mid-30s, you've pretty much met someone with every name out there, and even if you like the name on its own, you don't want to name your offspring after That Guy Who Did That Annoying Thing That One Time.

For the record, your vote is still for naming the baby, "Baby." Again, a strong choice for the first year or so, then drastically more awkward every year thereafter, 'til he becomes the joke of assisted living.

Last night, I got out a sheet of magnetic paper and wrote down all the names your dad and I have ever considered so we could make little tabs to put on the fridge. This way, we can move 'em around and experiment with middle names, and see how each combination looks with our last name. We're still no closer to making a decision, but we were able to turn our dilemma into a craft project. Progress!
...And that's how we named your brother Bocephus Frigidaire Burbach.*

Love,
Mom

* Attention Southern Ladies Of A Certain Age: This is obviously a joke. Please step away from the monogram machine.

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