7 mo. (only!) with Girl2

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post: What I DIDN’T Name My Children, I thought I’d give you a little list of what names would top the list if Hubster and I were to have another child. Which we won’t. (Hopefully). But anyway. Here you go:

NB – the list is heavily weighted towards girls’ names, and I think that’s because we so love the boy’s name that we picked out and never got to use that it would be a no-brainer. But really, we would have to be prepared for another girl, because hello: we’re batting two-for-two here. But it’s all moot anyway, since we’re not planning on another child. I know, shut up already, right?

GIRLS

Lucy:
I just sooooo love this name. It’s sweet, feminine, classic and NOT hard to spell, as evidently Girl2’s name is, despite the fact that I can name about 5 famous women with the same name, and there are islands and towns and a whole region in France with the same name. ALL. SPELLED. THE. SAME. WAY. It’s like this…imagine your child’s name was Carolyn. And everyone insisted on spelling it Caroline. It’s not even the same name, is it? One is Carol-lynn, and the other is Carol-line. It’s the same with Girl2’s name. And it drives me crazy. But anyway. I like the name Lucy. Plus, it means “light”, which is really nice. Read the rest of this entry »

Can it possibly be seven years ago yesterday that I gave birth to my first child?

And why does seven strike me as such a momentous anniversary? None of her other birthdays have affected me this way, but suddenly, I have a seven-year-old daughter, and the world feels like a different place.

This little marvel of a child who can read and write, add and subtract, make friends and good decisions on her own — that I had a hand in the making of her — that has blown my mind.

I’ve spent the last few days (in-between all the hustle and bustle of birthday parties and their aftermath) slowly digesting the fact of her birthday; really now entirely her birthday, and not the anniversary of the day I gave birth (at least not to anybody but me anymore).

But since this blog is about me, I’m going to indulge this instinct to revel not only in her beautiful and marvelous seven-ness, but also to indulge in the reminiscence of the day of her birth. So, we go back in time: seven years and three days ago, to the late evening of October 25, 2000, Year of the Golden Dragon. Read the rest of this entry »