I keep thinking about babies. Mostly because a lot of my friends who had babies born the same time as Violet are well into their pregnancy or adoption wait for their next little one. I asked my husband if he thought we should talk about number 4. He told me no, he did not think we should have that conversation. So I went ahead and had that conversation with myself while he listened. This is what I got out of it: I don’t really want a 4th, I just like naming things. Now I know the logical remedy for that. But I just don’t know if I have time in my life for a goldfish right now.
The thing is, I’ve never actually gotten to name a baby. Not a real one anyway. My kids let me name a doll once. Then they renamed it 30 seconds later. James and Mariyah were both named by their birth mother. Violet was named by Rob. You may remember this conversation from a coffee talk on baby names:
Rob: I saw the best baby name ever today!
Erin: You did? What was it?
Erin: That is a great baby name. I actually really like it. I kind of feel like the baby is going to be a boy though…
Rob: No. I think it’s going to be a girl and we’re going to name her Violet.
Erin: That’s so sweet that you were looking at baby names all on your own without any prompting from me. What book or website did you see this great baby name on?
Rob: Website? I saw it on a paint chip at work.
Yep. It’s good that Rob picked the name though. Because guess what my favorite baby name at the time was for a girl? Elsa. Beautiful beautiful Elsa. I still love that name. However, Violet was born just a mere month before Frozen was released. Needless to say I’m feeling a bit relieved that I don’t have to spend her childhood assuring people that my daughter was NOT named after a princess movie. Instead I get to inform them that she was named after a paint chip.
Not only have I never named a baby, I don’t think I’ve ever even named a pet. My old room mate named the dog. My brother named my childhood hamsters. My sister named my pet rabbit. I can’t think of anything in my life I’ve ever gotten to choose a name for. Is it just me, or is this a sign it’s time for
number 4 a new pet?