Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Now that we're 11 weeks into Little E's life and he's cooperating with my demands that he sleep a full 12 hours at night, I'm certainly feeling like I've got this parenting thing in the bag.
(I do realize this is a ridiculous thought, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm thinking it. Pride is one of my many character flaws)
So with my new-found (should that be hyphenated? I need an editor) confidence I've started thinking about names for my future children and I recently realized they must fit the mold of abbreviated names in this household.
B Daddy's full name is Brandon Joel, aka B.J. At some point in our dating relationship I found it too taxing to pronounce both letters each time I needed attention, so I began calling him "B".
Years later, along comes Big Brown...aka Dakota. Again, Dakota is a mouthful when you simply want to comment on how trim and fit she's looking these days, so I usually refer to her as "D"(Unless of course she has just thrown up on our bedroom carpet, in which case I pull out her full moniker, Dakota Ann.)
And then we decided to have a child. We named him Elijah because I think it's beautiful and BJ thinks it's strong and -hallelujah- it just happens to fit in with B and D... I usually just call the squirt E.
My name of course doesn't play along with this little game at all, but I rarely refer to myself in third person and B Daddy doesn't find Katie as taxing as I apparently find all multi-syllable names, so we're good on that account.
So what letters do I have to choose from for all future family members?
C, G, P, T, V and the one I'm most excited about...Z