I’ve been thinking that Rick and I are going to need to name these twins (a boy and a girl).
You know, sooner or later.
Rick and I are not so good at agreeing on names. We once had such a bitter dispute over names at the West Village restaurant, The Spotted Pig, that I’m sure you can now order the “Marital Discord Over Baby Names Burger.”
I pretty much throw out names that are super fabulous and he gives me the thumbs down.
And then he offers up some mediocre names and I’m like, I don’t think so.
Like the name Georgia. I just love this girls name. So one day, I brought it up. “Honey, I just adore the name Georgia for a girl. It’s so beautiful and gorgeous. Don’t you think?”
But he didn’t. Something about there being a lot of traffic in Atlanta or something.
See, a few less cars in the Peachtree State and I’d have myself a girls name by now.
Summer came up with “Mushie” and “Smushie” for the twins but I don’t know, I feel like there will be a million of those at the playground.
The girls also offered to both go by “Emma” and give their names, “Dylan” and “Summer,” to the twins but that sounds a hair complicated. Although I like that they’re thinking outside the box.
We have no room for error on this naming thing. It’s sort of fun and quirky to change one of your kid’s names (like how renamed the baby formerly known as Presley to Summer) but you can’t do that thing twice. That’s when “fun and quirky” becomes “The weird family who changes their kids’ names. Don’t talk to them. Those devil people might try to change your children’s names too.”
One person suggested that I name one kid and Rick names the other but I thought a better deal would be if I name both children and in return, I’ll never complain about the length of baseball season again.
Obviously, the perfect solution.