We haven’t been around much lately, have we? We’ve been a little busy trying to get our house in order before Eleanor’s sibling arrives in August. Yippee! Well, it might not be all yippees this summer when we’re trying to corral a rambunctious toddler after staying up all night with an infant, but we are excited for Eleanor to have a playmate.
We had our ultrasound last week to learn the gender. We had nearly settled on a boy’s name. Therefore, we are having a baby girl. We’re so happy that Eleanor gets a sister, but the negotiations that have gone on over this name are probably akin to the talks that went on to conclude World War II.
The problem is that Greg likes long names. Looong. Ten letters long. Four syllables long. Something along the lines of Elizabethabella. And though I like some of these, I worry that a kid who already has to wrestle with the name Muthler will despise me if I give her a whale of a first name.
Perhaps it’s my obsession with tidiness, but I favor short names. As in three letters. Every name I throw out, Greg says, “That’s short,” as if that’s reason enough to discard the name. We had this same problem naming Eleanor, of course, and arrived at a nice compromise — a longer name that isn’t too frilly and has plenty of possible nicknames.
And we think we might have a compromise this time. There are two similar names we’re leaning toward, but Greg prefers one (the longer one), and I prefer the other. Neither of us will give up on our version. So when this baby is born and her name is Ann Ceceliarosaline, you’ll know why.