Moniker

I've always been endlessly fascinated by what people name their kids. This fascination was compounded by a firm desire to name my kiddos something not weird/not too common after a few years of teaching elementary school and preschool. Did I ever tell you I once had a class with FOUR little Taylors in it? Only one was a girl. Two had the same last initial, which complicated things. That same class also had a Tyler and a Tyson. Jeez-a-loo that ruined all T names for me. Actually, my students ruined a lot of good names for me.

It's on my mind because Design Mom had this link up.

And then I found nameberry.com on a link from Apartment Therapy (via Oh Dee Doh, I think). So I checked out all three kid's names and I still really like them. We picked well. Though Alice's name was on a list of vampire names. Stupid Twilight. I named her first, Stephanie Meyer.

Don't even get me started on Utah baby names. Mandy is not unusual or exciting (though I do have my own Barry Manilow song). Still, thank you Mom and Dad, for naming me Mandy instead of Celestial Glory or Brighaminie.

Today's irony can be found in that I just barely posted about how extremely busy I am all the time, and here I am at 11:00 at night, eating California rolls from Trader Joe's for dinner and wasting my time looking at baby names on the internet. No, I'm not pregnant. Just odd.

And I need my husband to come home from the dumb hospital.