nomenclature

Names have been on my mind quite a bit lately. From the thought of changing my own (which I was reminded of just yesterday when I introduced myself to someone and she said, "I'm sorry, what?" I wanted to say, "Never mind, it's not important." Which was totally not fair to her. And when she said, "Oh, that's really neat," I had a harder than usual time agreeing. But I digress.) I'm also quite obsessed with names for baby girl. 12 left on the list, and I want to narrow them down so badly! But I also don't want to have her named too soon (I think we can chalk this one up to wanting my pregnancy to go faster!).

Charles has taken recently to calling me "Dada" and Lou "Mama." I try to correct him, but it's not taking. So tonight Charles says to Lou, "More milk, Mama?" And Lou looks at him sternly and says, quite seriously, "Greyson, what is my name?" I guess there goes our moral indignation over being called by the wrong name!

And speaking of Charles ... someone needs to find me a 12-step program for quitting nicknames. I've never been 100% comfortable with calling him "Bunny" (which I do a lot, for reasons that aren't entirely clear to me!), even though I'm the one who started calling him that (and the only one who really does call him that—it's not like that's his formal nickname or anything). And as he gets older ... it's just no nickname for a big boy. I have to stop! "Hello, my name is ... whatever it's going to be, and I am addicted to calling my son by a ridiculous nickname."